Azrael's Blade 소설 & 이야기

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

The broken glass left a thin, crimson line on his skin, blood dripping down his neck. Holding his breath, Azrael's eyes widened in a mix of pain and fear, his breath hitching in his throat. The weight of Axe's grip on his hair, combined with the cold press of the bottle against his jugular, made him tremble. "One more step, toward me," Axe said in a low, dangerous growl. "And he and I, along with a couple of you, will be taking a one-way trip to hell tonight."

Hard. The First One staggered back, shock flashing across his face for the first time. Impossible. I barely had time to breathe before the others moved. All five of them stepped forward now, their smiles gone, their eyes blazing with fury. Azriel shifted back to human form, blood covering his body, and ran toward me without hesitation. “Paige!” he shouted. I turned just as another wave of dark magic surged toward me. The ground shook violently. The sky darkened. I realised with terrifying clarity… This was no longer just a battle.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

It was flowing as he continued his aggressive attacks. His wound continued bleeding and before he could make another move, he held his chest. From the wounds he received we saw Frain knelt down. Finally, we were able to stabbed him and made him tumble down however, he can still dodge our attacks. Bloods had scattered, we were all wounded. Aiomi and I were wounded in this clash. He remained silent as he tried standing up. I saw Frain came closer, his eyes glistened as his lips smiled maniacally. Though weak, Aiomi and I guarded ourselves. We were ready to die just to save this era. To return it in its peaceful state back.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

He already looked worse, bleeding heavily, and was only kept alive to deprive him of a painless death. “You know what she did to you,” Azrael knelt in front of him. The man said nothing. “She left a beautiful piece inside you.” Azrael’s hand drifted to the man’s thigh, to the roughly bandaged wound. “And I gave it back to her.” The man’s jaw tightened, but he made no sound. “Now I’m going to put something else in.” Azrael pulled a blade from his pocket. “And I’m going to take my time finding where it would suit you best.”

Smirking at each other, they both flew high up in the sky "Hey! Are you both not forgetting something? I am still here. If you are not forgetting, I can not fly." I yelled at them in a taunting tone. Lucifer rolled his eyes in annoyance. While Azrael chuckled and came to me. He grabbed something from inside of the dark cape he was wearing and pulled it out. I gasped as it was a big weapon. A big blade on a long and thin wooden log.

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.