Alexander's Sword Novels & Stories

The black lump jelly finally succeeded in catching up with Alexander Alexander looked coldly at the black lump jelly and said: "Do you have any last words before you disappear from this world?" Alexander held the sword with both hands, channelling his energy, prepared to destroy the sword. The black lump jelly saw that it's source of life was held with full force by Alexander. Black lump jelly: "Human, Don't do that, how about we just make peace? If you put down the sword, I'll give you whatever you want". The black lump jelly tried to bargain with Alexander.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"Aaaarghhhh!!!" Alex moved to the side, and when Drake ran past, he kicked his back, making him fall. "Even if you needed to change hosts, find someone better, not a traitor." "I'll make sure I destroy you!" He muttered breathlessly and stood up again. Alex swung his sword, "bring it on."

I don’t mean for it to sound the way it does, but I am so confused that I don’t know which way is up right now. Sage sighs and takes my hand so I can slip the ring on. “Alexandr is okay and with the one he truly loves, just like I am,” he says with a smile, his eyes flitting to my mother and then to me. “I have asked for your mother’s blessing to take you as my bride, and she has given it.” I turn sharply to look at my mother and see the tears in her eyes as she nods. She gave him her blessing after telling me duty was important? What is going on now?!

God, this was too easy. I had the dagger in my hand waiting for the right moment to press it into his skin when suddenly his hand gripped my wrist where the dagger was, disarming me and throwing me off his lap onto the floor. Shit. "You didn't think I would recognize Alessandro's new bitch?" He chuckled with my dagger still in his hand. "I knew who you were the second I saw you, Cassandra Knight" I needed Alessandro to come in now to save me I was completely fucked.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

He pulled out a sword from his robes and tried to strike his enemies back. ‘‘Damn, I’m not good with swords, but I can’t shoot him cause we need that jerk alive,’’ Alexander thought to himself, wondering what to do, to take down the Alpha gangster. Meanwhile, his members were trying to fight against him, perfectly avoiding getting struck down by the sword. Alexander, tired of the sword games, ended up getting in the way and with a firm punch was able to knock down the gangster. The blade had pierced Alexander’s face, wounding his cheek slightly, but it was nothing serious.

By the time he reached the end, his whole body locked. I don’t owe you anymore. If we meet again, we’ll be strangers. Kael snapped the notebook shut. For one terrifying moment, he could not breathe. He had stood before rival Alphas, silver traps, and killing fields without fear. This was worse. This was panic. He seized a dagger and drove it clean through his own forearm. The pain steadied him just enough to think. Then he unleashed every resource he had to find Mira. His men exchanged uneasy looks.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

"I know who she is." Mark looked surprised. "You-you know?" He stuttered. Alexander’s eyes got cold. "I know who you are." Mark got nervous, cold sweat already beginning to form where his neck glistened. Alexander took a step forward. "I do not like men who steal from women." Mark got defensive. "I... I do not know what she has been telling you—" Alexander cut him off. "I also do not like liars." His voice deep and resolute, as though he planned to end Mark rather than the conversation itself.