Zorro Gay Blade Novels & Stories

*What’s he talking about? *I have no idea* I lifted my hand and extended it towards Galterio. I promised to make this painful, I’m not one to break a promise. I let the smoke pour from my fingers and brought forth the shape of a blade. I like the feeling of it in my hand, I like the roughness of the cool ice. I looked over the sharp black weapon and then lifted my eyes to Galterio. Without giving myself a second to think about it, I thrust my hand forward. The tip of the hard ice pierced the skin of Galterio’s chest. As I pushed it deeper into his body, his head flew back and he howled. I twisted the blade into his flesh and pushed it deeper. Galterio’s howled turned from one of pain to some

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Chapter 2 - lambs to the slaughter Haytham, yawned as he wiped the fresh rogue blood from his blade, his weapon of choice had always been a sabre, or his wolf's sharp teeth, both with long curved razor-sharp edges. which made each kill more pleasurable. Looking over the limp body now laying by his feet in disgust, Haytham quickly kneeled on one knee checking the pockets of the dead male, his hands making quick work of the job at hand. He had been following his enemy for some time, stalking him through the dense woodland he now found himself in.

Blade smiled mischievously and wiped the blood off of his nose. “As you can see, these ones are feisty. They got me real good before I brought them here. If not for the potion you gave me, I’d have a harder time taking them but I’m telling you buddy, they are better than the previous pets I brought before,” Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.”

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.

I’m still having some fun and unleashing all of my repressed fucking rage on them. I stride over to my table of toys. I scan over all the different torture devices as if I were a young kid at a candy store. My eyes widen with a sense of glee as wave my hand over the various whips, blades, saws, and a large bottle of wolfsbane. Don’t want these lower life forms to heal too quickly. My hand stops over a large silver blade. This is a nice blade- nine inches of pure silver, with a serrated edge and sharp point, perfect for fileting meat. With werewolves, we can heal from silver, but if infused with wolfsbane, scars will be left. I think this is an experience Justin should remember…for however lo

The earth actually trembled, and Blade’s wolf instinctively shifted its weight, claws digging deeper as if bracing against something inevitable. Scarlet clutched Ronan tighter where she knelt behind them, her breath stuck in her throat. Blade snarled first, saliva dripping from his fangs. "You think you’re bigger than me?" his wolf sneered through the air. Grey didn’t answer, he stepped forward once. The trees groaned. Blade attacked. He launched himself like a missile, claws aimed straight for Grey’s throat, jaws wide, teeth flashing silver under moonlight. He was fast, his rage fueling every movement. He struck Grey’s shoulder hard enough to make fur tear and blood spray.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.

Solana is surrounded, a necromancer who obviously isn't fascinated by her, a vampire a mortal enemy, and the foxes, the zealots, the vermins. "The fog began to thicken and Solana's vision is busted. A blade was thrown at her, her reflexes are good enough to avoid being slashed. The blade's temper line is sharp and it could cut a person's head by just simply swinging it, what more if it's being thrown by a big bad fox. The fact that the blade that Foire was holding is made out of silver. "Don't hide, you bastards," Solana said hat provoke, well, Foire. He has the least temper amongst all in the circle. He came at Solana with his blades on fire. Solana hates fire, she has always hated fire.