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Blade let out a low groan one that was a mix of pleasure, pain and disappointment, though when he looked into the male’s eyes he smirked and readjusted his cock in his pants before reaching up and removing the silver chains from his wrists, catching his weak body and helping him to rest on the floor. Knowing that he needed much more blood and that Vampire blood wasn’t good enough Blade walked to the cell door retrieved the key and walked down the dungeon hall stopping at the first cell containing one of the Werewolf rogues. Blade unlocks the door and enters the cell. The rogue is shackled and weakened by the silver so it doesn’t take much more than a hard punch to the jaw to knock it out. Bl

"Let go of me." "Hmm." Zorro’s grip lingered for a moment longer before he finally released her, but he didn't step back. If anything, he leaned in further, his breath ghosting over her skin. "You should be careful where you linger, Halo. Some conversations are private for a reason." She turned swiftly, intending to put distance between them, but the moment she did, she found herself face-to-face with him. He was thinner than Talon, broad in the shoulders, rough blonde hair, and light green eyes full of curiosity.

Uncertainty hung over me: had Garm been killed by Hunter, or had Zora reached him before? A loud crash of a breaking tree interrupted the tense silence, bringing me back to the immediate reality. I ran toward the sound, my senses alert for the confrontation unfolding before me. Upon arrival, I found Hunter and Zora engaged in a fierce battle on the edge of a precipice. Zora, her red wolf form reflecting the anger that inflamed her essence, charged against Hunter, who defended himself skillfully. My arrival was timely, a necessary reinforcement to balance the scales. With a deep roar, I joined the fray, advancing against Zora. My black fur gleamed in the moonlight as I attacked the red wolf w

But I was wrong; he has two small blades that are attached to his hands by a leather strap. He’s feinting left and right so fast that it’s hard for me to keep up. The soldier is clearly outmatched. With the flick of the wrist, Zarius' soldier throws his blade into the soldier's chest. The blade misses his heart and gives the soldier enough fury to slice opponents right arm.

sofie replied. Today's the day for the meeting between the two major mafia groups in London. I, Kiara Blade. I'm about to attend a meeting with my father Leo Blade, the leader of the Blade Mafia family, in order to sign a marriage treaty with the new Mafia lord of the Darkwood society. “Father, do you honestly believe that the Darkwood would really accept this treaty even after the 15 years war we have had with them?” I asked silently as we were on our way to the meeting site.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Jeff sometimes takes a while to kill but Cenzo, he does it instantly, his gums never leaving his mouth, which never stops whining. I moved away to grab a seat, but before then I signaled Cenzo to go ahead, while I smoked my cigarette, and watched Mario get tortured. Cenzo grabbed a sharp knife, the stainless tip was now red from having been placed on fire for a long while. “Which do you choose? This or this?” Cenzo teased, plunging both the hot knife and the naked electric wire into his chest area, earning a loud groan from Mario. He brought out the knife and placed it back on the fire, then grabbed a bottle of vodka, which he splashed on him, he groaned loudly again.

Something primal of my own. My eyes changed. I felt it happen, felt her presence behind them, looking out at the world through my gaze. Killian—Blade—saw it. A wild grin spread across his face. "There you are," he growled, his voice deeper, rougher. "I was wondering when you'd join us." Zoey spoke through my lips. "You think you can handle both of us, wolf?" Blade's laugh was dark, delighted. "I'm counting on it."

Another man lunged through the water, gun aimed at me. “NO!” Cruz roared, pulling me back. He fired point-blank, the man’s body dropping inches from us, blood clouding the water. The last two tried to retreat, but Blade was faster. He grabbed one, stabbing viciously, then turned to the other with a growl. “Where do you think you’re going?” The man tried to fire, but his gun jammed. Blade’s knife found his throat. Silence fell, broken only by our ragged breathing.

Something was happening. Zahur’s man saw my distraction and struck. His blade whipped across my arm like a line of fire, but he didn’t bring his guard up in time, so I jabbed my knife directly into his gut. He slumped, and I slit his throat to make certain he was dead.