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The blade tilted toward Zara. I stepped in front of her without thinking. “Don’t,” I snarled. Voss’s lips curved. “Fascinating. It recognizes hierarchy already.” The blade lunged. It didn’t aim for my heart. It went for my bond. Pain exploded through me, white, searing, intimate. The blade skimmed my chest, carving a sigil into my skin that burned straight through flesh and into spirit. I hit the floor hard, the world shattering into sparks and echoes.

His anger fueled him to make the most powerful slash he had ever made. Even though there was no audience to witness his strongest attack, he believed even Kaze with his monstrous capabilities could not take the slash. Swoosh! The blade glared and swung down like a silver meteor, attempting to crush Kaze and consume him. Kaze stood expressionlessly. The moment Zoro jumped at him with the sword, he also lifted another sword off the floor with his foot. With a twist of his wrist, he performed an upper slash to counter the downward slash. Clank!

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

Rowan shifted fully, lunging at the nearest Hunter. The creature caught him mid-air— BY THE THROAT. I screamed. “ROWAN!” Zander sprinted forward, blade igniting with elemental steel. He swung— The blade passed THROUGH the Hunter. Like slicing smoke. Zander stumbled backward, eyes wide. “What the—” The Hunter backhanded him so hard he flew into the snow, crashing into a boulder. “ZANDER!” He groaned, dazed. Elle thrust her staff down, runes exploding in bright blue.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

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.

Blade asked, giving them a deadly stare. "She was to be the next Luna of the pack. But as you have found yourself a mate, won't you make Azura your wife instead—" Blade crashed his fist on the table, separating him from the elders. His actions caused the elder to stop talking. "Don't you dare repeat those words again. Because if you do, I won't think twice before I dethrone you from your position and feed you to the wolves. I have taken enough of your trashy talks. And if you have come here to discuss Azura and her father, then I better inform you that I do not care about her. She is a vampiress who needed more power, and I needed blood. We are fucking friends with benefits. I hope you do no

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

His voice is broken. A sob chokes me. My grip on the knife tightens. “Goodbye, Zander.” And I drive the blade toward my heart with a smile on my lips. “Noooooo!!”

My gazed lowered and Motherfuc — He had his dick pierced! There was a shiny metal on the tip of his dick and man was his dick looking like a monster. I felt him twitch a little under my riveted gaze but then he walked up and covered his body. “What the fuck were you thinking?” Zane growled at me in anger; as he adjusted the sheet on his body to cover it. But what the holy fuck did I just see? The shiny metal on his was driving my mind crazy even though I was hurt really bad, not too long ago.