Unlimited Blade Work Novelas e Histórias

“Well, yeah, Dad’s in pretty deep with Blade. It’s either we pay him back or he’s going to sell him to Goddess knows who because of how good his testing and research has been. Blade and his guild beat the shit out of him last week, pardon my language, Ms. Monroe. The doctors have him in a coma right now to help him heal, but he hasn’t woken up yet. They left his head alone, but they must’ve used some silver or wolfsbane laced something when they hit him. They cornered me before I went to the hospital to see him the other day and said if they didn’t get their money back, he was going to be sold, and then they’d come for me. Either way, I need a million dollars as fast as possible.” Auntie’s e

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

With his cock starting to twitch once more, Blade grumpily walks out of the breeding room, down the hall and into the Mane’s office to inform her that he had to cut his visit short. The Mane wasn’t that upset at the news of his leaving as with Blade being a high Alpha Elder the day-and-a-half service which he had provided would no doubt result in a cub, and because he was the Alpha male that serviced her the young dominant female warrior now had to endure the remaining of her heat on her own, no one else was allowed to touch her. Blade walked out of the Mane’s office, through and out of the Pride’s Den, getting into the waiting luxury SUV to head back to the Kingdom’s Royal Pride’s Central D

Of course he was. Zara stopped in the doorway. Took a quiet breath. Kept her face neutral through what she considered an Olympic level effort. His back was to her. Wide shoulders, the kind of build that came from actually using your body, not just performing fitness. There was a tattoo she’d never seen before curling up from his left shoulder blade, dark ink, something geometric, something that looked unfinished like a sentence without its ending. Must be a new tattoo. She looked away. Looked back.

No matter how many masters one has or how talented one is at absorbing the teachings of others, if one is unable to inaugurate the teachings of one’s masters into their own, one would be unworthy of all the attention and grooming. Bloodied Blade arts was a powerful blade technique. It was so powerful that unlike Prideful Sword, it had taken Mane years to fully understand the four techniques that encompassed this blade art. You see, the Blade Lord was different from the Sword God.

The legacy? 'Forget irrelevant things,' Blade snapped, his energy pulsing with barely restrained frustration. He had always hated those rules, grumbled about them constantly, saying they were outdated and unfair. 'And what about Lillian?' I argued. 'Didn’t we both agree she would make a damn fine Luna? That she could make us happy?' There was a short pause before Blade growled low. 'She might’ve made a good Luna, but she was never ours, I am sure she would understand. Now, either talk to him or leave all the talking to me.’

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

Better than no future. He was about to speak when I finally did. "Sorry—I have a few words." I mirrored my phone to the screen, pulling up fresh news screenshots. Just released—plans to accelerate building an agricultural powerhouse. "SkyBlade has always focused on agricultural drones, offering plant-protection drones and smart agriculture solutions applied in multiple countries and regions worldwide. When I wrote the deck, I factored this in. The data was backed—not pulled from thin air. With policy support, SkyBlade's future will exceed projections."

I gave him a sweet smile before reaching into my shoes for the blades I kept there. I saw his eyes widen. His fear eliciting a grin from me. " Plea…please spare me", he begged,knees shaking. " I'm afraid I love when my victims beg", I purred. He audibly gulped. " Okay…okay fine, I'll spare you", I said,turning around and faking defeat. I could hear his audible sigh of relief. Before he could move an inch. I skillfully threw my blade at him, lodging it in his throat.

They probably just arrived too, only they were faster than us. “Checking what my Luna is doing,” he said in a face devoid of emotion as he continued to play with the piece of twig in his hand, scraping it on his palm. “Oh, so you want to check if I’m still alive after you refuse to speak with me?” I spoke in a slightly higher tone, and I knew we had caught the attention of the workers working around my cabin. “Everyone, leave.” Blade ordered in a firm voice, but his eyes were fixed on me.