Zorro The Gay Blade Trailer の小説・ストーリー

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.

I said. "Why?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there." "That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added. She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except… "Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

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.

“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.

“I can’t have my wife marked like a bitch in heat.” Wife? Dear Moon Goddess, save me from this hell. Zion pulls something from his back pocket. With a flip of his wrist, it flicks open, revealing a long, softly gleaming blade. “Guess I should do something about that now,” he laughs as the silver blade touches my skin. “Silver blade ought to do the trick. Now hold still, My Love.” I feel the burning cut of the blade before it touches my skin. I’ve never been able to wear silver jewelry, an allergy my mom said I inherited from her.

sofie replied. Today's the day for the meeting between the two major mafia groups in London. I, Kiara Blade. I'm about to attend a meeting with my father Leo Blade, the leader of the Blade Mafia family, in order to sign a marriage treaty with the new Mafia lord of the Darkwood society. “Father, do you honestly believe that the Darkwood would really accept this treaty even after the 15 years war we have had with them?” I asked silently as we were on our way to the meeting site.

All eyes flicked to the screen, and the rest shifted toward me. The news anchor’s voice was sharp and cutting. "Rumors swirl around Dontrell Blade, hinting at possible impotence, while his younger brother, Clayton, is rumored to be infertile. These two brothers, among the wealthiest and most eligible men in Los Angeles, have sparked endless speculation. Both are over thirty, with no children or baby mamas in sight. Could they both be gay, hiding their truth in plain sight?" Her co-host chimed in, feigning concern. “I pity the young bride—poor Allison Blade. Trapped in a marriage designed to hide their secrets, forced to endure the whispers and judgments. It’s tragic, really."

The underground city: Shawna, Trixie, Tavie, and Dradon: continued Trixie walked around like she was going trick or treating with her blades twirling in her hands. Her and Shawna were going around stabbing all the men in their kneecaps allowing Tavie and Dradon to finished them off. Somehow Dradon got double teamed, a man was holding him while the other laid punches to his gut. Trixie ran and jumped on his back. “TRIXIE CAUGHT!” Shawna yelled and threw one of her blades hoping like hell it didn’t disappeared before Trixie could catch and used it. Trixie caught the blade and put it in the neck of the guard who was punching Dradon. The Blade disappeared before the man hit the ground.

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

Why is he acting this way? "Back off, Allan!" I warned him, without stopping. I couldn't waste a single second, knowing how serious this situation was. Blade was an alpha who was kicked out of his pack because of me. The jerk killed his mate, and he also tried to force himself on a human girl, convinced she was perfect to be his Luna. As a human, she could only shift if she made up with her destined mate, and Blade wasn't destined for her. He was a psychopath who developed feelings for the girl and thought he had the right to claim her against her will. When she couldn't bear the trauma anymore, she begged for help, revealing all the crimes Alpha Blade had committed against her and his long-