Why Does Blade Hate Dan Heng Novels & Stories

Blade stopped hugging me and wiped the tears from his cheeks, giving me a little smile and telling me, “Please come inside, Blake...” Suddenly, he paused and looked over my shoulder with a serious expression, and I turned my head, my gaze resting on Nero. Then I walked over to him, clutching onto his hand, resting my head on his arm as I beamed at Mr. Blade and said, “This is my mate, Nero.” Both men silently stared at each other with this look that seemed filled with dominance and distrust, as if something wasn’t quite adding up... And yet Nero’s eyes softened when I slightly squeezed his arm, making him look down at me and smile.

A particular brutal hit from Dan caused the man's arm to buckle and fall to the ground, that was when he dropped the blade he was holding. "Who sent you!?" Dan asked furiously. Due to the fact that he was bigger than Dan, he had thought he would have been able to take him alone, but he guessed he must have underestimated the Beta. "Who sent you!?" Dan questioned again. "If you don't give me a name, I swear I won't hesitate to rip your heart out right now!" He threatened darkly. The man smirked. "I would rather have my heart ripped out than give you a name."

he accused her. He made sure to keep his voice down. Sabrina glared at him. "Don't think I am an idiot Blade. I know what you were trying to do back there. You know how much senior Mr. Douglas hates me and my family. Are you trying to kill my parents? That issue is buried a long time ago. We both moved on in our lives. Don't try to start anything again. Just allow us to live in peace" she said sadly. Blade became guilty, but he did what he did to make his boss happy.

I walked towards a couch and slumps onto it, I close my eyes and recall what just happened. “I hate humans and I hate her, but why did I get angry when Hannah insulted her?” I wonder. I had purposely let Blade take control to teach Hannah a lesson for insulting our mate. Just then I received a mind-link from dad, asking me to come to his office.

Lucian briefly answered, withholding some information. "Why is he not healing? I need to fully know what happened to him do I can know which treatment I'd give him" Chris instructed sternly. Lucian hesitated for a while, thinking whether to tell him or not. Then he looked at the two nurses who were quick to get the memo and they left. "What was he stabbed with?" Chris pried further. "An enchanted silver dagger" Lucian divulged, earning a gasp from Chris. "That's bad, really bad." Chris chanted, his face showing his worry.

Till today, I still haven't gotten over the fact that she willfully came here to be locked up. I hated that act of hers because it made it more difficult for me to blame her, for me to hate her more. Her father was a tyrant and that makes her a tyrant too. I am not supposed to pity her, but here I am, feeling bad that I locked her up in a cold dungeon. Nope, it's not the mate bond. It is definitely not the mate bond.

“But even though with all the horrible things I did to you. With all the horrible things you have done to me. Why?!” Cederick was clutching the blanket covering Zitrey, out of rage, it wrinkled terribly. “Why are you protecting us? From that night in the convenient store ‘til now, why you always protected Christine?! Where should I put my hatred then? Was I need to be grateful? Should I thank you? What about my hate then? Who was I to blame? You make me looked so foolish Crimson Blade! With all the time I spent to be strong, I was still failed to kill you! My parent's faces, Shizun face kept showing up to me, every time I hit you! Why I can’t do it?” the nerves on his hands was bulging becau

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

She vanished into the hallway and returned with a second blade, simpler but no less beautiful, its steel gleaming softly. Uncle Eren’s eyes lit up. “You’re spoiling me,” he said, handing her twice the agreed amount without hesitation. “You’re too kind,” she said, surprised. “Not many would do that.” “History deserves respect,” he replied, his tone firm but warm. The woman paused as Uncle Eren lifted the first scimitar, her gaze darkening slightly. “My husband used to say these blades were cursed,” she said, almost to herself. “Said the blood they spilled never left them. Passed down from one war to the next, each time claiming something from their owners.”

They seemed reasonable—at least it was better than my idea of charging into the council leader's territory. "Are you saying, I am the only one that can kill him because I am hybrid?" I asked again to be sure. He nodded in response. Although the conversation seemed to be going well, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I could sense his hatred dripping from his words; it was clear that he despised the council leader even more than I did. "I've heard your plan, but now I have some questions. What’s your relationship with the council leader, and why do you speak about him with so much hatred?" I asked. His expression changed abruptly as if he had just swallowed a bitter pill.