Blade Runner

By T. M. Caruana

They call me the Blade Runner, saying that I'm deadly fast. Don't blink if you want to stay alive!

So yeah, I'm a deadly demon hunter and assassin who gets the job done. For a price.

 

Billionaire Devon Fox believes he has a demon targeting him, so he hires me for a quick escort. He's dreamy, arrogant and knows way too much about me.

 

Still, when someone offers an irresistible price on his head, I need to put my feelings and crazy attraction aside to get the job done.

 

As I spend more time with my target, the harder it is to resist him. When others come to take his life, I need to choose a side, and it might go against everything I believe.

 

Find out who Nina will kill next by reading BLADE RUNNER, an Urban Fantasy that will transport you to another world where Shadow Crawlers must be killed, and love gets in the way!

* Contains violence and foul language

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marvellous Magics
• Release date: Aug 26, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201584115

Book preview

Chapter 1

I spun my daggers in both hands before shoving them back down into their sheaths. I couldn’t claim I was the fastest Shadow Crawler Assassin in the back alleys of Laskor Park, but I was fast enough to stay alive, unlike my parents, who had been murdered five years ago. Since then, I have more than earned my reputation as the Blade Runner.

I kicked at the ashes that were seeping down between the grooves of the cobblestones.

This time I got you, filthy crawler.

I felt such satisfaction at having vanquished one more of them, that I didn’t care I was standing exposed in the bright light beaming down from a full moon, probably making me an easy target for any other crawler who may be hiding in the pitch-black alley. My adrenaline was pumping. I hadn’t wanted my hunt to be over so soon, but this bastard hadn’t stood a chance.

A faint sound came from around the corner, which led out to the high street, and made me pull back into the shadows and take cover behind a bin.

Footsteps.

No rest for the wicked. Prepare yourself to turn to ash.

As a broad figure steadily approached, I ran my fingers over Death and Damage’s handles, ready to draw my blades.

You don’t think I know you’re there?

Time to get to work again boys!

The creature was closing in on the pile of ashes in the light. I tensed, clasping my fingers tightly around the hilts.

A dark voice chuckled. I see you stole all the fun.

I breathed out.

Disappointed.

I recognised the hunter as soon as I saw the back of his head. His hair was as dark and long as mine, enabling him to blend into the night, but I also had the advantage of being