Vanessa Brooks Blade Novels & Stories

, sneered at Ember and said, "What's the matter, little princess? Can't handle a little fun?" Raising her gaze, Ember's voice quivered as she replied, "Let me go! You have no right to do this to me." Not thinking, Leia's heart raced as she stepped further into the room, her presence unnoticed for the moment as she tried to come up with a plan to rescue her sister. Just then Leia spotted a heavy glass vase on a nearby table. It was her only weapon, but she had to make it count. Gathering her courage, Leia tightened her grip on the vase and, with all her strength, hurled it at Giovanni Jr.'s head. The vase shattered on impact, and he yelped in pain, clutching his bleeding forehead.

She didn't hesitate; she raised her sidearm, aiming directly for Elias’s head. Not again. I didn't think so. I didn't calculate angles or wind resistance. The world narrowed down to a single point of light. I drew the secondary tactical blade from my vest, spun on my heel, and launched it through the blinding snowstorm with everything I possessed. The blade cut through the sub-zero gale, burying itself to the hilt in Vance-Ross’s right wrist. She screamed as her sidearm clattered onto the ramp, the hardened drive case slipping from her grasp and tumbling into the snow. Marcus moved like a predator, closing the distance and slamming the butt of his rifle into her jaw. Vance-Ross collapsed ont

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

“Yeah? And here I thought you’d never serve anyone but yourself.” Vanessa said nothing. Not at first. She simply picked up the knife, flipped it in her hand with a little twirl—like she knew exactly what she was doing with it—then tapped the tip against her chin in mock thought. “You know,” she mused, tilting her head, “a heartless person like me could use this as a weapon.” Then, with zero warning, she stabbed the center of the pie. A little too hard. The filling oozed out slowly, like a wound bleeding out.

"And you are fighting tomorrow. So you will learn it right now." She reached down to her boot. Her hand came up holding a small, wicked-looking hunting knife. The blade was dark steel, sharpened to a razor edge. I took a step back. "What are you doing with that?" "Give me your arm," she demanded. I shook my head. "No." Yvara stepped forward, grabbed my wrist with her free hand, and yanked my arm toward her. Her grip was like an iron vice. I tried to pull away, but she held me completely still. She pressed the blade against the inside of my forearm.

Seeing a large patch of hair missing and feeling the sharp pain on her scalp, Vanessa shrieked, "Ahhh!!! I’ll kill you!" Right after that, Vanessa grabbed a utility knife and charged toward Elowen, trying to slash her face. Adrian widened his eyes and rushed to block the blade, but he was too late. She passed straight through his body and kept moving toward Elowen, leaving him drowning in helplessness. He could not protect the fragile girl at all and could only watch as she was about to be hurt. "Ahhh!!!"

Damon POV The first blade came from the left. I deflected it, slammed my shoulder into the attacker, and drove my knife up under his ribs. He dropped without a sound. More came—sprinting through the trees, shouting Axel’s name like it was a war cry. I met them head-on. Steel met flesh. Blood soaked into the dirt. I moved on instinct. Dodge, strike, kill. My breath was ragged, my arms heavy, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I carved a path forward through the chaos, eyes scanning the battlefield, listening for anything—anyone—that could tell me where Kalilah was.

without warning I felt my restrained by invisible binds knowing Vanessa was the one doing it I knew there were no point on fighting the hold she had on me. Stepping towards a table that stood in front of Athena my heart pounded in my chest so hard and loud that I struggled to hear anything else. I was utterly helpless as I watched Vanessa pick up a scalloped edge knife only to stick it into Athena’s abdomen before using it like a hacksaw. The blood drained from my face as blood poured from the wound that wouldn’t heal whilst she was restrained. “Vanessa stop! Why are you doing this?” “Because Axel you need to see I am stronger than her. That I am Luna material, that I can accomplish absolute

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.