The Blackened Blade (The Blackened Blade, #1)

by Isla Davon

A grunt falls from his lips, his eyes widening before scrunching together in a look of pain. He bends forward, kneeling and hitting the grass below us.

Fuck you cunt. Ditching me for my half sister saying I'm "manipulative" eat dirt bitch and go crawl back to her fake ass

“Haven’t we already been through this?” I meet his eyes just as they narrow at me. “Do you own every seat in this school…?” A glint of recognition sparks in his eyes as his hand freezes. “Or do you just like the ones I sit on?” His eyes widen a fraction before a slow grin stretches his lips.

Well just sleep with him already. That comment alone should've done him in

He pulls the seat out in front of me and sits down. “And it's the opposite, Little Red. You're the one in my space.” Little Red? Was he calling me that?

Def gonna fuck since he's given her a nickname

“Don’t like sharing, Red?” His words tug me out of whatever trance I’m in, as I shake my head. “Not my food.” “So, crazy and possessive. Not qualities most normies want in their partners, Red.”

He does I just know. Trust

His eyes turn into crescents as his grin grows bigger. “Somebody starve you or somethin’, Red?” He chuckles, licking the fry crumbs from his fingers. A beat of silence drums between us as his chuckling abruptly stops. A cold chill runs up my back as I watch his playful eyes slowly turn into something darker.

Lovers

“It's a pity that you grew into such a cold dick who only knows how to growl or bark.” I thrust my shoulder into his side, forcing him out of my way, and head out of the building, ignoring the voices behind me.

Damnnn

There, on my ankles, sit a small curved black line with a small crescent shape above them. Bending down, I trace each one with my finger. The colour is the same as the ones on my hips, but the mark is only half the size. I look back and forth between my right and left ankles, both bearing the same black tattoo-like marks. What did they mean? Why were they showing up now? Were there going to be more in the future?

I would be pissed asf waking up with random tattoos. Wondering if I had a midnight adventure. I’d hope it would say like rattle the stars or you do not yield but on my hip so when I get down and dirty I can explain the whole throne of glass or nestas story to Sebastian

“I guess I’m not the only one oblivious to the rumours–” I begin before he cuts me off. “I don’t listen to shit like that, Red.” He shakes his head. “Petty gossip?” He scoffs. “I couldn’t give two fucks. The only thing that interests me is blood, blades, and my brothers.”

My brothers? Are they hot? Srry first honest to god thought here

“Words can hurt, wounds can fester, but even the most broken of bones can heal again, Red.”

He know her past or something Mr psychic

My breath catches in my throat with the realisation that Annex reminds me of myself. I see a small reflection in his eyes of all the broken and bent parts of myself that I’ve tried to bury deep within me. Years of pain and torture that I pushed into a deep hole, only using it to fuel my anger and force myself to continue moving forward. Trying to exist in a world where I’ve only ever been dealt the worst hand.

Deep. Um ok

“So, who’s bad guy are you?” Suddenly his heavenly look turns devilish, something wicked forming in his gaze as his eyes grow more intense. “Hopefully, everyone’s.”

Im too nonchalant to be a bad guy👀

Everyone begins to shuffle out of the room as I shift away from Annex. Then suddenly, his hand darts out, grabbing me and pulling me down toward him. “Always give more than you get, Red. If they knock you down once, get back up and bury them.” He gives me a wicked smirk, pulling himself up and brushing against me as he passes. “I might even lend a hand. I enjoy a good bloodbath from time to time.”

Okay I am in love with him. Crazy I know but

“Be careful,” warns Morgan, cutting her off before she can talk. “Don’t say something you’ll regret…or I’ll make you regret saying it.”

This is what we needed. Cue the bad bitch

“You assholes are all the same…” I slide a hand through my hair, pushing it off my face, and gazing directly into his malicious eyes. “Thinking with only your tiny dicks, and even tinier brains.” The area falls silent.

Most men do sadly

Now I’m no gentleman, far from it, in fact, and I usually couldn’t give two fucks about the shit others did around me, but something about those two pricks surrounding her made the dark little voice in my head scream murder.

“Fucking whore.” Prick number two bites out while holding his bloody nose. Or should I call him unlucky number two? ‘Cause neither of these dickheads were walking out of this hallway without their bones broken or blood seeping from every pore.

I look at prick number two's hands, the ones he used to grab Red. Well, they're gonna have to be broken. Who the fuck did he think he was to be touching her in the first place?

Speechless... Here boy👏👋

“Where have you been all this time, Red? Hidden under some rock or locked away in a cage? Almost three years in this shitty school, and we only meet now? How the hell did I not know you before?” A strange, soft look forms in his gaze. “Would’ve been more interesting with you around.”

“Those eyes…” He leans in further, something more profound and intense growing in his gaze. “Never lose that, Red. That fight in you…Never let anyone take it away. With it, you can do almost anything.”

“You should really stop distracting me with all this flirting, though, Red. Some of us are here to learn. You should pay attention instead of hitting on me.” He glances at me, a shadow of a grin lacing his lips before he schools it. His eyes are then entirely focused on Mr. Finch.

Why did this make me smile. I fear sometimes that I do like deranged men

“If by hitting on you, you mean actually wanting to hit you, then yeah, I’ve got it baaad for you.” He shifts in his seat before glancing at me, a slight tilt to his lips as he bends closer. “Let's keep the foreplay for later, Red.” He pulls himself up a little straighter. “I don’t mind an audience, but,” he side-eyes the rest of the room, “I’d much rather play when it's just you and me.” The grin he gives me is downright sinful,

Def hot in there🥵

“Red, you're disturbing my lesson.” He shakes his head, a small playful smile tilting his lips as he continues to pretend to pay attention. A grin stretches my lips as I follow his gaze, deciding to play along. “I didn’t know you were so studious. Especially since you haven’t shown up to most of the classes.” He freezes, a slow, wicked smirk taking over his face and pulling at his cheeks.

“Missed me, did you?” He glances back toward me. “Well, don't worry, I’ll make sure you don’t feel lonely from now on.”

Stoppp🤗 giggling and kicking my feet

“We’ll play later, Red.” With that, he heads down the stairs and leaves the room, slamming the door as he goes.

Would be giving him the two hand combo🫨

Who was capable of bringing a beast onto academy grounds? Who had that kind of ability or connections?

Your half sister I bet bitch.

“Let them look and talk but take no shit. Ever.” A darker grin cuts across his face, a coldness appearing in his eyes as he glances at the rest of the room. No one else notices his change in expression. “Don’t ever let them see you stumble. There's strength in a smile. Even if it's forced.” His gaze meets mine, and whatever he sees has his expression softening. “You seem like a fighter anyway, little sea star.” “Sea star?” My brows scrunch together. Wasn’t that a starfish?

SHE IS COLLECTING THEM LIKE POKEMON CARDS🫣

Another small chuckle sounds beside Annex before the figure sits down, and I’m met with two familiar turquoise eyes. “How do you know this crazy asshole?” Ezra slaps Annex on the shoulder, a broad grin on his face. “I knew you had a fighter's spirit, little sea star, but I didn’t know you ran toward the trouble.”

Knew it. They are all hearttrobs

“We met in World History class.” I glance toward Ezra. “He wanted my seat, going blade happy on me trying to take it.” I take another bite of my lasagne as Annex chuckles. “A fond memory for you too, Red?”

Laughing because yes

I twist away and look toward the fourth and final figure as he sits down, taking the furthest seat from me at the end of the table. He wears a black hoodie under his academy blazer. His hood pulled up partway as a slight tuft of his hair peeks out from under it. It's almost white in colour, and I’m met–for a brief second–with a set of grey-blue eyes that turn away from me almost instantly.

The beast in the forest?

“If you both want a plaything, you should find it outside of the academy…” He looks me up and down, and if the lasagne wasn’t keeping me busy, I would jump across this table and land my fork square in his–

Would've beat his damn ass. Especially judging me eating my lasagna. A bitch don't play bout her pasta

“What's so good about you?” I ask, “I mean, yeah, you're pretty. And maybe you’ve got some sort of power or high status…you may even have a huge dick,” Ezra chokes on the drink he just took a sip of as I continue. “But you're a complete asshole. Any girl having to put up with your shit and insecurities deserves a fucking trophy the size of your ego. Or maybe they don’t make them that big. I don't know.”

THE CROWD GOES WILD SCREAMING SHE ATE HIS ASS UP

“Do you have a death wish–” “Death?” A chuckle falls from my lips, surprising even me with its dark tone. “It doesn’t scare me.” I slowly stand, his dark gaze following my every move, seeming ready to pounce if I take one wrong step. “Nothing can anymore. So, get used to my presence, Creed. Because I’m not going anywhere.” I turn around and leave the cafeteria,

Lasanga and creed ate up and she left no crumbs bitchboy

My only true haven and home in this world was him. The only person I could trust, the only one I could truly be at ease with… My world, my ally, my strength…my mate.

What bitch. We being fr rn?

A small laugh leaves my lips as I watch her make light work of the door lock and head inside. I couldn’t wait to see what else this small one could do.

Small one👀

You seem soft on the outside but actually have spikes.” His grin grows mischievous. “Though I don’t mind getting pricked.”

🥰😘

“Watching you makes me hungry, Red.” I freeze, my eyes narrowing at his empty plate and back toward my half-eaten steak. I grip my fork and gesture back toward the food queue. “Then go get some.” A wicked smile spreads on his lips. “What I want isn’t on the menu.”

It is honey it is. Very expensive tho

“Ah, the jealous type…I like it. I’ll cover up for now.”

Just comes naturally can't help it

“She made a little addition to Annex’s name on her seat in World History Class. Annex eats dick.”

LMAOO I AM GAGGED

He was the reason I sang, the melody to my words, the soul and heart of my songs, and the reason I survived so long in that hell hole…My beautifully lost siren, Zrael.

Man.. this is kind of sad✋

There, sitting across the room and singing that heart-breakingly beautiful song, is Micai. My fated mate, the one made for me by Fate and the Gods themselves…was Micai.

crazyyy is he her mate from the past👀

Annex turns his gaze back to me. “I’ll need a checklist, Red. I wanna take em’ all.” A checklist? For what? But before I can open my mouth to ask what he means, Ezra moves closer to me. He fixes his hold on my hand, lacing our fingers together. His gaze meets mine, and that strange new look takes hold of me as he opens his mouth. “I want in on that.” A genuine smile stretches his cheeks, his turquoise eyes bright and alluring. “Count me in.”

Her eyes glance at me and back at the shop before a small, soft smile appears on her lips. She takes a small bite, her eyes widening slightly with a tiny twinkle growing in them as she goes in for another bite. A tender look spreads on her face, a mix of awe and pure joy. Fuck I needed to feed her more. If something so small could make her give me an expression like that, then I needed to rob the whole fucking bakery. And Ezra looks like he's thinking the same.

My woman wouldn’t just eat crumbs, she would have the whole fucking cake and everyone else’s too. If I had to threaten, rob, and maim, I would. What's life without a bit of fun anyway?

Sebastian would rob a fucking Taco Bell for my bean burritos

Her head turns back to me, her amber eyes narrowed. “Want me to get the other side?” She hitches her thumb toward Xander, a small red mark appearing on his left cheek as she points to the right.

Yes girl, oh and while you're at it just get rid of him completely

“It's because…you're everything that colour stands for…and more. Dangerous. Fearless…And a temptation…I shouldn’t touch or want…but can’t help coming back to…You’re the salvation I never knew I needed. My Red.” “Annex…”

ILL BE BLUE BABES