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Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

He reaches across me and grabs my hand, slipping something into it and in a low voice that's almost too quiet to hear he says, "This will help your thirst. Use it wisely and sparingly and don't let it get into anyone else's hands. It is meant only for a Locke. Do you understand me?" I nod and softly say, "Yes sir." The door opens up and Arthur tells me, "You can do this." Blade clears his throat and I turn back to face him. His presence is always so intimidating. His long black hair isn't pulled back tonight and instead frames his face. His burgundy eyes roam over me as if he's trying to silently assess if I'm okay. But just as fast as he looked at me, he's now looking away. He's brooding as

No matter how many masters one has or how talented one is at absorbing the teachings of others, if one is unable to inaugurate the teachings of one’s masters into their own, one would be unworthy of all the attention and grooming. Bloodied Blade arts was a powerful blade technique. It was so powerful that unlike Prideful Sword, it had taken Mane years to fully understand the four techniques that encompassed this blade art. You see, the Blade Lord was different from the Sword God.

“I can certify his strength. He is much stronger than I am. Very tall, much larger than any werewolf I’ve seen in his shifted form. There’s just one issue…” Blade was the leader of their patrol for a reason despite being a beta. His experience and technique had more than earned him the spot. He could fight every alpha under his command to at least a draw if not a victory. How could this Arthur be so much more powerful than Blade? Something flickered at the back of his mind, like a memory he had forgotten, but it faded before he could try to retrieve it. “Well?”

Alpha Angelo said as the guest clapped in excitement and made joyous noise. Alpha Angelo scanned the guests, searching for a particular face. His eyes landed on Alpha Zavier as he winked at him. “Baby, I want to hear you say. I want you to be my mate, Luna, and most importantly my wife. Will you do me an honor of….” Alpha Angelo said, then no sooner had he finished than Alpha Zavier stood up with a silver blade in his hands. The guests turned to look at him, and before they knew it, he had rushed to Aubrey and held him hostage.

Don't you dare quit on me. The Mate Bond flared. In the white silence of the Purgatory, a golden thread appeared, anchored to Aradaa’s heart. It pulsed with the rhythm of Kaelor’s heartbeat—messy, violent, and completely illogical. It was a variable the Architect couldn't solve. Aradaa grabbed the thread. The light around his hand solidified. He didn't build a shield; he forged a blade. A jagged, screaming Data Blade made of pure, unadulterated grief and love.

He needs antibiotics first. Just as I pull my hand from his, his eyes go wide. He grabs my arm and yanks me back—just in time. A human lunges forward, knife aimed right where my heart would’ve been—and hits the warrior’s chest instead. I freeze. He took the hit for me. Rage ignites. Layla merges with me as I snarl, tackling the human to the ground. My claws elongate and I shred his throat with one hand, his stomach with the other—spilling his guts like ribbons across the dirt.

Working with Archer, while disguised as the Dark Reaper, is kind of exciting and yet raises a lot of red flags in my head. He doesn’t seem to fully trust me, but I can feel like he senses that I am less of a threat compared to one of the demon princes. “I want to be the one to deliver the final blow.” I told him before he could begin telling me his plan. I manage to alter my voice with one of the voice altercations from the demon bats I previously killed. “My blade can kill him.” I did not give too much of an explanation that my blade has been—I can’t say blessed—but cursed with the power of the seventh born demon prince. That would place me in a more suspicious situation in the eyes of Arch

My eyes went to the dagger that was now embedded into the ground. “Are your scales that soft?” I asked Archer, as my gaze stayed on the dagger. “That is a ceremonial dagger, so it is embedded with magic that allows it to cut smoothly against anything.” Archer spoke as he slowly began to return to his human form. I barely even noticed the purple smoke that engulfed us. It was like I was in some sort of trance or something, as my brain tried to process everything. Shaking my head, I snapped out of it because at least now that part was over.

It was really satisfying for them, knowing that all of them have improved their personalities during their test. Luna's wooden bow was remade with silver metal covers and beads of white crystal. The arrows had the power to turn an enemy's body into a stone once the tip touched the enemy's skin. Maison's axe turned into an axe made of silver with three claw-like gold blades in between its toe and heel. There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it.