Unlimited Blade Work Novels & Stories

Imelda’s POV I immediately recognised the dagger in Gabe as one of the thirteen I created many, many years ago. He has no idea how fortunate he is that I was there to remove it. Nuntius blades are connected to their creator and whomever they wish to receive the message inside and only they can remove it from a body. It sounds barbaric now but back when the witch hunts were at their peak they became a life line for so many of us. The way a Nuntius blade works is simple but effective. Not every witch has the necessary powers to create such an intricate and complex tool and as far as I’m aware there were only a handful of us, from the most powerful covens, who successfully used them.

"Fine, fine. You guys want my word that if I lose, I won't take it out on you sh*theads? No problem. I'm not going to lose anyway." "You do realize you're talking to five other Alphas, right Blade? I mean, maybe you don't want to p*ss off all of us at the same time?" Ulysses seemed a little perturbed at Blade's name calling, but it didn't surprise River that he would try to intimidate them using such immature tactics.

“I just can't ignore an injured person. So don't make me leave.” “You've got nasty behavior,” he sighed, though there was a hint of laughter buried beneath his voice. “What do you want me to do?” “Close your eyes and let me do whatever I need to do,” I said quickly. “The silver is turning black from blue. It will damage your muscles soon and cause paralysis if it isn't treated immediately.” He didn't respond right away. The wind picked up again, brushing against the leaves and carrying his scent past me in another wave.

I felt a small smile playing at my lips—having Robyn around would definitely make life more interesting. She stopped playing with her glass and fixed me with those big brown eyes. "What about you, Phoenix? What do you do?" "Jack and I run a health and nutrition company—JP Wellness. Heard of it?" "Sure, I've seen your supplements in grocery stores." Her tone was dismissive, though we sold far more than just supplements. I didn't elaborate; it would sound like bragging. Her voice softened to a smooth, pleasant tone. "So why do two grown men with a successful company still live with their daddy?"

“That’s classified.” She arched her brow. “Classified? Really?” He only smirked, eyes glinting in the faint light. “Then what about you and Jaylen?” she pressed. “How did you meet him? Why do you trust him so much?” Blade’s smile faltered, just slightly. “Work.” “What kind of work?” He was quiet for a long time. When he spoke, his voice had lost its humor. “I was on a mission. Things went south. I got shot, left behind. He found me before anyone else did.”

“Why isn’t he here? I’ve missed him.” “He’s on his way,” my father said quickly, relief flashing across his face at the shift in conversation. “He went to oversee a shipment.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Shipment? So you’re still working with Mr. Blade? After everything?” He hesitated, then nodded. “Allison, listen to me. Cutting ties with Mr. Blade isn’t an option. He’s not just a business partner—he’s a key sponsor for my bank. His investments keep us going. Without him, everything crumbles.”

For as long as he remained a Blade, he had to respect it or the family would lose its power. The blood of the Blades runs through him and he had thought through overnight, to add a clause that would make both parties win. “Adding to the coat of honour, aside the gun, the knife and the whip, there should be the option of letting go of 80% of one’s net worth.” “Can you explain further?” Rex was confused. Wasn’t letting go of 80% shares equivalent to cutting ties? He was younger than the seniors but the authority of his words couldn’t be denied, as he continued,

“Mr. Zalchini, I don’t think I ever got the privilege of meeting you. I didn’t know you were in town.” “I’m here for a day, and I suggest you keep this to yourself.” “You have my word. How about I sent two of my girls over? On the house?” Blade never offered anything for free. He loved money more than his wife and children. I wanted to burst out in laughter, but I looked at Benny, who had a pale face. All the color in his face was gone. I could hear Blade fumbling with his words on the phone and I narrowed my eyes at dark eyes.