Novel & Cerita A Broken Blade Booktok

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

Alika’s POV There was a page in the book that hadn’t been there the night before. I was sure of it. Pressed between a crumbling leaf and the edge of a wax-stained page, it had appeared like a wound reopening—a set of instructions written in a woman's looping hand, smudged with something that looked like dried ash and blood. "When the fire takes, the bond breaks. But only if danced in truth. Only under stars that forget."

The books clattered to the ground loudly and before he had the chance to react I'd knicked his key from his hoodie pocket. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" I hiss. Blade smirked. "Ah Tink, I believe you were the one who should watch where you're going," he says in a sexy voice. I scoffed and fell to a stoop and shuffled the books back into a pile and stood once again to face Blade. His glinting green eyes pierced into mine and the amused expression on his face made me want to slap him. "Don't flatter yourself Blade," I scold, "you're so densely stupid I couldn't tell you separately from the wall."

Chapter 23: A Taste of Euphoria Somehow, the talk I had with Alpha Lawrence a few days ago, helped us communicate a little better. He no longer avoids me that much, and I could speak to him directly now without feeling aneasy. I took a series of deep breaths to center myself just like what Alpha Lawrence instructed me to do. He was circling around me, holding a silver knife and ready to attack me any moment now.

It exhausted me, so I sat down on a bench close to the park. I sobbed so much and prayed for death to come and visit me. Why is my world falling apart? What did I do to deserve this? Noah broke my trust. After everything we’ve been through, I thought we were going to have a happy life together. I guess it was all just a dream. A fairytale, I presume. Who knew he had other plans? He betrayed me and cheated on me with someone else. I sobbed for God knows how long, and then I felt someone handing me a designer’s pink handkerchief. I looked up and saw a handsome dude beside me.

Simultaneously, a sense of longing emanated from its core. Adrian was taken aback for a moment. It appeared that the Divine Frost Slayer Blade was expressing its longing for the broken piece on his fingertip. Acting on intuition, Adrian placed the fragment on the damaged site. To his astonishment, a remarkable scene unfolded as the fragment seamlessly returned to the crack on the Divine Frost Slayer Blade. The two pieces merged until the blade was restored to its original state. Adrian was surprised by this unexpected turn of events as the Divine Frost Slayer Blade had never been broken before, and he hadn't anticipated it possessing this function.

“But she doesn’t understand you like I do.” Her blade pressed against his chest. Adrian froze, feeling the cold bite through his shirt, inches from his heart. He stared into her pale eyes, searching for weakness, for anything human left inside. “I will break you,” she whispered. “And when I do, you’ll thank me.” Something inside Adrian snapped.

Tomorrow I would stand before him again. My mate. His images flickered behind my eyelids, the softness of his eyes, the unsteady way he breathed when he looked at me, the tug in my soul that had nearly brought me to my knees. “Tomorrow,” I whispered. “I’ll be clean. Standing. Not like this.” Blade answered with steady certainty: He will not see us broken. I let out a breathy, broken laugh. “Yeah. We can’t show up looking like two wolves who lost a fight with a semi.”

Pathetic. I raise my arms, blade poised high, cold steel gleaming beneath the flickering light. I scream as I drive the blade deep into his chest, feeling it slice through flesh, muscle, and bone. I feel the brittle snap of our withered bond breaking inside me like a dry twig, echoing in my ribs. I press the blade in harder, snarling into his wild, panicked eyes, forcing him to relive every pathetic moment of his pitiful life as it bleeds out of him.

“I am on your side. I always will be. But… breaking a mate bond isn’t simple.” “Why can’t it be?” My voice came out louder than I meant. “People break bonds all the time. So why can’t mine be simple?” She paused, then carefully, like she was weighing every word, she added, “His wound. You’ve seen it’s not healing the way it should.” “I know,” I snapped. “It’s because of the blade. It was laced with dark magic.” She went quiet. Not arguing. Just… letting me hear myself.