Zorro And The Gay Blade Novels & Stories

"If you do this... you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" Everything seemed to freeze. A flicker of confusion and struggle flashed in Zander's bloodshot eyes. Then, his gaze snagged on a silver demon-warding dagger sitting on the nightstand. He let out a pained howl, shoved me away, and grabbed the blade. Without hesitating, he sliced it deep into his own arm. The sound of silver searing wolf skin hissed through the air, followed by the smell of burnt flesh. The brutal pain worked. The crimson in his eyes drained away, his pupils returning to their usual piercing gold.

- joked Marcus, laughing in amazement at the beauty of the saber. Augustus laughed together with the others, but continued the story. -This saber is pure gold, made by the ancestral elders of the gypsy wolves. This blade decapitates any wolf, be it pureblood or not. -I wonder if I... -a voice came from outside the group. All eyes turned to her, who turned red as a pepper, but it was Soraia who encouraged her. -Speak up, Sofia. She remained silent, regretting having spoken up. -What do you want to ask Sofia? -Malvina asked her with a certain curiosity to what Sofia might want to know.

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con

Gwen's eyes magnified and she began to move toward the stage in the commotion but she never got anywhere near as a howl ripped out from Alpha Zahir from where he was punctured at the back, directly into his heart with a silver dagger. The scream had everyone's attention and the vibration underneath their feet was shirked and gasped loudly, the shock registering in their bones and holding them back from moving a muscle. Oswald stabbed his father?! Ruel recovered quickly and grabbed Oswald's hand which was still holding the dagger in Alpha Zahir's chest and hoisted him off and landed a kick on his chest that sent him across the hall and against the wall. "Zahir!" Luna Yaletha cried out, scramb

Matteo yelled and his men pulled their trigger on Blaze and his two other men. "Matteo!" Onyx called. "Focus onyx!!" Blaze snapped dodging the some of the bullet. The three kept on dodging not until Matteo was being shot in his arm. "Argh!" Blaze groaned using his other hand to aim the pistol at Matteo men. Onyx and Scar were also shot but they refused to give up. "You should have just obeyed Blaze, you started this yourself!" Matteo smirked. Garry moved forward wanting to take the briefcase filled with drugs from them when a sudden sharp knife from nowhere cut his hand into two immediately and he screamed.

“I would love to give out an explanation. I may not know what situation you’re in but darling… I’m good at guessing and plotting. I did not drag you back here for a mere punishment or torture for what you’ve done, it’s simply because you are the destined Luna of this pack.” Silence blocked my throat for minutes, my eyes lowered and shut tightly. “Even if that means you may lose your life? If you continue to keep a blade by your side, I want to know if you’re willing to take the risks and possibilities.” Diego cleared his throat and his hands behind me dropped down to my waist. “I’ve been keeping a deadly weapon by my side all my life. I don’t care if that blade bears the greatest acceptable

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Zara stood with her blade still raised, breathing hard, blood running freely from the gash on her forearm. Kade stood across the ruined room, chest heaving, his eyes still carrying that silver light as his wolf settled. Three unconscious rogues between them. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He looked at her arm first. Then her face. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You came," he said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">