Bayek's Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

She’s exhausted that those nightmares started ebbing away. His beetle-black eyes were then splashed with deep crimson. “Have you forgotten? You were supposed to be my victim, but he found a way to hide you. And while I clear my path, he obstructed my way, so I have to remove those excess baggage. See, that woman almost blew my cover, and that child piqued my thirst, which give me no choice but to give them what they deserve. Before I knew it, you were gone!” There was a mad glint in the center of his irises as his eyes bulged. “Don’t you know I almost cease to exist?” He drew nearer, his mouth drooling with thick saliva.

Leon didn't know what was the reason for Bevis to remain silent, was he too distressed to open his mouth, or was Bevis stubbornly unwilling to answer? Leon didn't want to wait long, he looked at Finn and said. "Finn, did you bring a knife?" "What knife? Of course, yes, I carry it with me every day. Leon, what do you want to do?" Finn answered Leon while taking out a sharp knife hidden behind his back. Finn has a lot of weapons on him, he can carry guns and can carry knives. Even the baseball bat is something that is always in the trunk of Finn's car. The light shone on the knife causing it to shine. Finn's scary face is imprinted on the knife. The space became quieter. Everyone held their br

To defend his quick attack, Edgar swung his double-edged blade in an ice pick grip. The double edge blade was designed to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually used for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like a prime slayer hidden Alpha.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Fate had delivered his moment. He turned, leaving Aliyah with his assassins and walked forward, slowly and confidently. His black ring shimmered. He touched it, and from the void, a blade formed. Not a normal blade, it has no steel, no edge to be seen. It was a shadow given form, its surface rippling like smoke caught in a storm. It pulsed with an otherworldly weight, a weapon meant for one purpose only. A blade to be wielded once… then vanish forever.

I let the silver come up to full and I let it stay there, no brake, no fold, no ceiling, and I let the Sovereign engine roar without a leash for the second time tonight, and I do not count the exits and I do not count the cameras and I do not count anything at all, because counting is the discipline of a thing that needs to hide, that needs to know where the doors are because it intends to flee through one of them, and I am done hiding, and I am done fleeing, and I am done being smaller than I am. The Phantom Blade is in my hair and the obsidian blade is live in my hand and the disruptor is in my off hand and my own blood is singing, at the very top of its voice, the exact note that this ent

With a dramatic, deliberate motion, he patted the new scabbard at his hip, proudly showing off the rune-engraved steel blade forged specifically by Althea. "Look at this," Lucas said deadpan, though he couldn't completely hide the proud glint in his crimson eyes. "An arcana flame-burst blade crafted by Althea. This will be far more useful at the border than a scrap of silk." Standing near the lead carriage, Althea folded her arms, letting a subtle, victorious smile grace her lips. "I told you girls, my true masterpiece hangs at his waist." Liora and Lyra immediately pouted, but Veyra's melodic laugh from the terrace above eased the morning's nervous tension.

I cursed in my mind. I'm still impressed on how he throw it. He knows it... Because it is a bladed card and that is not a typical or a common card that you can see anywhere. It's one of a kind. It has a silver thin-blade on it's sides and it can cut the skin of a anything, even anyone. I smirked. But still, Xeena. You must focus on the target, in the enemies. I moved hiddenly my hand to pick up my bladed cards to. If he wants us to fight with cards, then I'm in. This time, I picked up two cards. The first one has a blade and the second one has a poison. "Why are you smirking? Look, I'm not dead yet! " The purple-eyed said.

A river rested on the right side, providing the source of another waterfall nearby. “Are you ready for your training? I hope you finally recovered from what happened recently. Being here is your destiny. Like it or not, you have to embrace it.” Zenus drew one of his swords from his back. Kharyn was following them behind. She held a long sword and handed it to Eleand. “You might die training with Zenus, so I will give you Hasmal—the late king’s sword,” she said. “Thanks,” Eleand hesitated for a while. Because if this sword belonged to the king, he should take good care of it. That responsibility alone was overwhelming. It was a warrior’s sword; the hilt was black, and its pommel was a form of

The Moonlight Pack is truly the biggest I’d ever seen since Layla and I moved to the eastern part of Norway. The pack seemed alive, bustling with energy, shops lining the streets and pups playing joyfully around the village. My eyes lit up at the lively scene, and a soft smile crept onto my face as I watched two girls using sticks as swords to play. The sight reminded me of my childhood with Layla. She wasn’t just my stepsister; she was the best one anyone could ask for. Unlike the other mean and rude ones back in our pack, Layla was energetic and bold, always calling herself “The Lurking Wolf.”