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River 'That bastard beat me.' River sat outside on the back porch of the cabin he was staying in, looking out at the woods, sipping a beer, trying to figure out how in the world Blade managed to beat him. There had to be something to whatever he was doing with his pocket, but River couldn't prove anything, and Beta Andrew claimed he'd examined everything carefully before, during, and after the event, and found nothing. So… all he could do was try to do better in the next event, which would be held the day after next. It was a race, and River knew he was fast. So long as Blade didn't find a way to cheat, he could win. If that was the case, he would at least be tied with Blade for first place

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

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

Zach said looking around the table and Blaze pointed out the box on the ground, he picked it up and read the box closely. "Oh my fucking goodness!" He laughed loudly and Blaze growled. "What is wrong with this pack? The packaging is cute though." The pack had a red colour with beautiful flowers, Blaze thoughts that she will love this pattern. "You think that your mate has a strong heavy blood flow?" He sighed. "Well I don't know about–fuck, I fucked up." Blaze grumbled. "Who is the superwoman?" Nate chuckled. "Shut the fuck up!" "Apologize to her and it will work out." Zach suggested and Blaze nodded.

This person wants her to do according to his plan. “I don’t want you to look pathetic in our small movie Crimson Blade. We are currently ‘live’ on YT. What do you think will be the viewer's reaction when they saw your face more clearly? What do you think will the authorities will do when they will see the real face of Crimson Blade that they have a hard time finding? Laugh.” Zitrey eyes widened, ‘Who is it?’ she was so sure whoever it is already heard everything of their conversation. In the next few seconds, her question was answered.

Red flips him off, but he’s grinning. Red stands, hand on hip, glaring playful death. “Watch it, stripper boy.” “By the way,” Knox adds, jerking his thumb at Blaze, “he’s totally gay and a full-time Magic Mike. Owns it harder than his thong collection.” Blaze strikes a pose, hand on hip, blowing a kiss. “Sunshine, I own that I’m a gay stripper. Pays the bills, keeps the boys happy, and my ass looks fantastic in glitter. Keep throwing shade, I’ll just reflect it back in sequins.”

"Why? What do I have done? Tell me in detail, Blade." Blade struck the table in exasperation with her clench fist. "Don't act innocent, you pervert!" "Pervet? No. Didn't you want it? But your meat juices for me." "Shut up!" Blade threw him the table knife, which made a cut in Lorcan's face. Hearing him talk about it pissed her off. Although she really despises it, she could not deny that her wolf willingly accepted him. It makes her crazy as hell.

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.

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*

Something was happening. Zahur’s man saw my distraction and struck. His blade whipped across my arm like a line of fire, but he didn’t bring his guard up in time, so I jabbed my knife directly into his gut. He slumped, and I slit his throat to make certain he was dead.