Romans & histoires Ash Of War: Sacred Blade

“I know you’re her mate, but you want to take her back to Snow Creek so soon?” Jaedon nodded. “I fear a war is starting.” My mother looked down at her hands, where she was turning her wedding ring on her finger. “You’re right.” I was confused. Mother continued. “When your father and I married, there were many threats made to us. However, Alpha of Snow Creek and Alphas of many other packs were our allies or just indifferent. This was the first marriage they had seen of an Alpha and an original. No one was as upset as they are now. When we married, there weren’t too many daughters of Alphas that your father could choose and I was his destined mate for a reason. People were angry, but it was wh

Still, even as the thought wanders inside my mind, I notice a wooden door on the far end of the room opening. Ryan is already shouting a warning, his voice rising above the roar of the crowd, but it's no use. Before they can turn around, a broad-shouldered hybrid exits in fury, a long blade in his hand. The Elite man spins around, and time slows down. I watch in horror as the hybrid grabs him effortlessly by the shoulder and plunges the weapon deep into his chest.

“You will never take my son away. You will die trying.” “If that’s the case…”I waved my hand in mid-air now with large claws ready to attack the Blade. "I now declare war against you and your army, Blade.” Blade cackled coyly. His laughter echoed throughout the whole place. "Are you serious going against me, my little shifter? Look at you! Your tiny arms and luscious legs. They are no match for me. You are digging your own grave. Worst, you take some stupid wolf to die with you.”

“This is no longer your realm. And she is already dead.” “Stop this madness Aodh!” Ashe hisses, appearing from the far side of the battlefield. An older man by her side. “Enough!” She flings her hand out towards the god an ethereal light coming from her hand, directed at the god. The light hits the god, pushing him back. He snarls at Ashe, baring fangs and his red eyes glowing with fury. Ashe sends another blast of light his way, and he cowers back, raising his arm to defend himself.

They planned a boat trip together. Once the boat reached the open sea, Jaroch wrapped his arms around Lezah from behind. She leaned back into him, and that's when I saw him smile. In his other hand was a silver dagger. Its blade was aimed straight at her heart. The next second, he drove it in. Lezah's whole body went rigid. She convulsed once and again. Her eyes went wide in horror as she stared at Jaroch. "Why?" she gasped and clutched his shirt in desperation.

FAREWELL TO WAR POV: Xavier & Ceres (Shared Narrative) Cedar Ridge – Morning Mist The blades were not ceremonial. They were real. Worn. Blood-etched. Memory-heavy. Xavier stared down at the pair of swords laid across the stone altar before them—his and Ceres’s. Both had ended lives. Both had saved them. Both had nearly cost them the very future they were now trying to embrace. Ceres stood at his side, silent, wind tugging gently at the strands of her hair. Her eyes remained fixed on the horizon where Flamewatch had once burned red—and now shimmered green with rebirth.

The final collision shattered the air. And the weapons… CRACK! Both blades exploded apart. Fragments of broken steel spun violently through the air before scattering across the dusty ground. For a moment… Everything went still. The wind howled across the plains. And high above them… The bright sun vanished. Dark clouds rolled suddenly across the sky, swallowing the blazing light as if the heavens themselves had turned their gaze away from what was about to happen. The battlefield dimmed beneath a growing shadow. Lucien stood still for a heartbeat, staring at the ruined half of his blade.

One side churned root; the other mapped glass and ash. “Your queen will burn,” War said. “She’ll build.” “Same thing, done cleanly.” We locked edge to edge. My blade drew a rude bright line on his cheek. It sealed; he doesn’t bleed where men can see. “Choose,” he said. “Both.” The pulse hit—close, hard. The line flared—light, fire, third thing. The world changed gear. We met as men with bruised knuckles and hope and hit each other with the truth to see who liked it more.

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

Elsewhere, an Aqua Marine Pack warrior slammed both palms downward. Massive waves of water surged upward around him before condensing into dozens of razor-sharp water blades. With a sharp motion of his hand, the blades shot forward violently and pierced through his replica from multiple directions. The copy shattered apart immediately. But not every warrior was fortunate. A replica Sacred Flame warrior suddenly swung its flaming blade in a wide arc. The real warrior reacted slightly too late. Slash! His left arm was instantly severed by the burning strike. A horrifying scream echoed across the stage as the smell of burnt flesh spread into the air.