Zorro Gay Blade Novels & Stories

“It has to be silver!” “Noted,” Zero bit out, firing again. This time, the creature flinched, a sizzling sound erupting from the wound. “Seems they don’t like it up close either!” He was already moving, a blur of motion as he drew a blade from his vest—a blade I now saw was etched with faint, glowing runes. The world erupted into chaos.

A low chuckle left me. “You’re in a nice mood,” Zuri said, making me remember she was in the room with me. I said nothing as I picked up the blade at the center of the table. It was the one I chose at the last conclave. I unsheathed it—it was sharp as ever. “Is it me or do I think they keep that blade sharp?” She said coming into my space. “It’s Domario, of course he keeps it sharp. The man enjoys stupid games.”

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.

There was no planning, no coordination—just pure, instinctive fury at seeing him attack the one person who had almost forgiven him. Zora's blade materialized in her hand, driving straight through his heart—the exact place where he had struck her father ten years ago. At the same instant, Diva's silver dagger found its mark in Zeta's skull, piercing deep into his brain. Trent's weapon buried itself in Zeta's stomach, the force of it stopping his forward momentum entirely. Time seemed suspended. Zeta's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, his own blade clattering uselessly to the ground just inches from Zora's feet. Blood poured from his wounds as the three weapons remained embedded in his bod

“She’s locked in a container on my dock. If I have to pull the trigger, I’ll have my men drop her in the ocean —ALIVE.” Rocco’s grip wavered as he took the gun. His fingers trembled, nearly dropping it. Mr Blade stepped toward Rocco, gripping his cane. He pulled off the rubber tip at the bottom—revealing a sharp blade. With a brutal thrust, he stabbed Rocco’s foot. Rocco screamed. Mr Blade twisted the blade deeper. "I pull it out; it goes in your back next. Stop wasting my time." Rocco sobbed. Dontrell’s voice cut through, counting. "One. Two—"

Since she had not found her wolf side yet, it was difficult for her human self to withstand the poison in Zayne's claws. Zayne reached for his drawers, pulling every one of them opened until he found the awfully sharp silver knife. The only one which could cut through him without him healing up in a split second. He picked the silver knife, rushed over to Lorietta's side, raised his palm over her lips and stabbed the knife into his palm. His blood dripped out of his palm and he dropped the knife, using his other hand to spread Loiretta's lips and feed her with his blood.

The blood and pain only show how much I can handle everything. “Nice catch,” he grinned as I throw the blade back in his direction, silently aiming at his head, but the devil caught the blade before it can even touch the strand of his hair. I hissed when he threw a bottle. It’s the antidote to the poison that he poured over his blade. Alpha Zach is known to use his blade for everything. Our bullet is made of special orbs that allow rogues and werewolves to be killed in just one bullet. While her blade is made by the legend metalsmith and he has a collection of poison that he uses to kill his victims.

161 Zara's POV "Oh god, Zara! I'm scared for you." My fake sobs came to a halt as I heard an equally jarring fake gasp on the call. "How big is the knife? Is it a katana? Or a machete?" The mockery in those words pierced my ego like the tip of an obsidian blade. When I say obsidian blade, I remember reading once that it is the sharpest blade in the world. One can only imagine how deep the tip wounded my ego.

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

Harvey raised his sword and blocked Jacknife’s slash at unbelievable timing, causing him to miss. “You b*stard!” Jacknife was utterly enraged after all of his attacks missed. He held his sword with both hands and stepped forward before splitting the wind in half. “Zephyr Slash!” Harvey’s pupils shrunk. “You’re an Islander?!” he asked while frowning. He used the Zephyr Slash, a killer move from the Island Nations. Jacknife completely ignored Harvey and swung his sword at lightning speed, as if he was going to cut Harvey in half.