Novel & Cerita Best Sword And Sorcery Novels

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

Her pocket sagged with the vial’s weight, that damn glass nagging her, and Ezra’s laugh still rang in her head—his smug ass waving the key like a prize. “Grab something!” Roman shouted, voice torn over the rush, his other hand scrabbling at the wall’s edge, now just a crumbled lip of concrete. The water was winning, surging up her ribs, tugging at her soaked jacket. She gagged on it, tasting mud and salt, her arm screaming where the knife had cut—blood swirling red in the dark churn.

This is it. Stepping further inside, my fingers traced the spines of books as I scanned the titles, searching for anything related to priestesses. After a few minutes, I found a section labeled Sacred Lineages and pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I was just about to settle into one of the chairs when the door creaked open. I turned, expecting maybe Brandon or Alpha Rhett—because, apparently, he had a habit of appearing whenever I least expected it—but instead, it was Ares.

So he watched them and stayed hidden. Nevertheless, one skinny werewolf appears from nowhere and runs towards the hunters, clawing his way into the back of the massive werewolf, his beta maybe. In a minute, almost half of the hunters lay dead on the snow. The skinny werewolf was suddenly hit in the shoulder by the sword, and he abruptly felt the aftermath of their nemesis. The sword with wolfsbane. Raymond recognized it—a sword with wolfsbane. The nemesis of werewolves and alchemists.

All of the pieces of my magic were there and whole once again. Then, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a piece of onyx. It was shimmering in the glow of the two golden spheres Hellion had given me on the helicopter. I grabbed the onyx in my hand. Forcing my will on it, it turned into a sword the length of my arm. Diamond sharp on both edges. Huddled in the cavern of magic inside me, I did the only thing I could think of. I slammed the short blade into my stomach.

Alvatrone cleared his throat and withdrew his arm, leaving the bandage on the wrist, laying over his shoulder. "Alright then, but before you make up your decision, think about it... You see, the dark bender book is the sacred grimoire, you know everything about it combined with the first dark bender. All the spells are written in the book by magic. Only the blood oath can open the pages and show the writings between the king and the dark bender. Of these characteristics, only one is the somber rite of purification. But there's also another spell to breach the seal," "If I breach the seal, then..."

When I turn over Trygg looms over me, before he has the chance to strike, I kick him in the gut. He hunches over clutching his stomach. I quickly stand-up grabbing Trygg’s sword which sits closer to me than my own. Gripping the blade tightly in my clutch I bound forward slicing Trygg’s arms. He scuffles back blood now coating his robes. His eyes come ablaze glowing a deep yellow, fangs begin to protrude from his mouth as he enters a half-fazed state. Lurching at me his body becomes consumed in golden lightning. Bold of come striking at me, I try to dodge but the lightning still grazes the skin of my arm. I jump back hissing in pain. The other officials still remaining in the room see my woun

Windsor aka one of the Crown Boys). This author also has more stories under his belt including Taming The Wild Alpha, The Wolf Prince, Lone Wolf, Bound to the Demon King, and many others. Feel free to check those out, you might end up finding something you like and enjoy! Have a grand day and stay safe! Yours, A. R.

" You know who , Mardy, only she can cast a dark spell this powerful, She must have read the stars, the white sorceress awakening is at hand so she sent her minions to intercept us" "And my magic isn't working on them" She broke it to Mardy,who now has the look of horror visible on her face. " I'm afraid we have to use combat Mardy, it's nothing we can't handle." " But,my Lady, it's three against two and none of us can wield a sword not that we have any" " Enough of the whisperings Seer!Your journey ends here–" he was interrupted when a dagger flew past him and drove into the heart of one of them who turned into dust after coming in contact with the silver dagger.