Zorro Gay Blade Novels & Stories

As I weave through the chaos, my eyes catch a familiar face—Blade. Blade had been the Gamma when I was Beta of the Black Moon Pack. Together, we had helped Zane become an Alpha who was both feared and respected, shaping the pack into a force to be reckoned with. Seeing him now, standing in the middle of the battlefield, brings a surge of anger to my chest, a fiery rage that threatens to consume me. “Blade,” I growl, my voice dripping with fury as I push my way towards him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here after everything you’ve done.”

Driven by the fervor of his burning essence and blood, the Chaos Flag's fiery radiance flickered for a fleeting moment before waning. Seizing the opportune moment, Severin maneuvered the Oculus Blade's sword beam and sliced it through the flag's defenses, nearly severing the Ancestora's arm in a single stroke.

He violently, entirely embraced the slaughter. He moved in a terrifying blur, completely eclipsing his wife. His broad shoulders formed an impenetrable wall of corded muscle and Kevlar between Zara and the Russian rifles. He didn't draw a gun. His heavy hand rested brutally on the hilt of his combat blade, his pitch-black eyes consumed by a blinding, feral inferno.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.

“Aww, you think threatening me makes you a mighty giga chad, do you? I’ve been a member of the lawless underground society for more than ten years, and no one has ever dared wave a threat in my face! Are you happy that you’re the first? Now, come receive your reward!” Phantomknife unsheathed his snowy, shiny blades and pointed their tips at Javier. Cold glints bounced off their surface, making for a terrifying entrance, but little else happened, as Phantomknife never got to hit Javier with them. He felt a sharp pinch on his wrist and saw Javier’s silhouette get blurry. The next time his eyes focused, his shiny blades had changed hands. Javier was the one aiming the pointy bits at him now.

My attention moved to Zac, who was standing directly beside me. “His wings might not look harmful now, but he can make blades appear in the place of a feather. The blades can cut through practically anything, as easily as cutting paper. Even if a blade cuts a God, it might not directly kill them, but it would become a mortal wound, which could become fatal.” Xureus responded, not bothering to keep his voice low as Zac had. “And here I thought you forgot about me.” Leroy smirked at Xureus and stepped forward. “By the way, how is the family? Oh, wait. I forgot, they were killed.”

The bullet cut through his head and lodged itself onto the wall behind him which was splattered with blood. The woman sat on her haunches and seemed to be staring at the dead speedster though nobody could see her face. She grabbed at the goggles the speedster was wearing and slid them off of, revealing wide open lifeless eyes and a small line of red dripping down towards the bridge of his nose. She stood and left the way she had come, together with the goggles. "For Anna..."

“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

The blades are nipping their gears, and though they cannot fully penetrate their skin, they started to cut through the surface. "We are just warming up, Wolf. Don't get easily tired. We still have a lot in store for all of you " Gonzalo loudly jeers, watching his swift movement. "Those are just blades, Wolf. You haven't partaken with the bullets yet. But well, we have all night" he added with pure amusement while watching the commotion.