Black Sword Alliance Novels & Stories

His face is covered by black Iru with a slight of silver Iru that form a pattern like an eerie smiley face. “The Sword of Scum: Azatoth!”Alfi screams swinging that eerie sword of his to Leak. “You are just a natural moron! You blasphemous Starless! You are just a Starless! You have no place to say such a thing before my presence!” The black aura is gathering in Leak’s right hand, and he jabs Alfi’s body really hard. All of his minions are flying to Alfi with Wedhung and Tiak in their hands ready to cut his body. They are passing through his body that his body burst into a thick black smoke in the sky.

I have made it a habit to learn which items belong to which sister -- it comes in handy when I need ammunition against them. Sash whips her head to Lea and glowers at her, turning on her, just as I predicted. "Why do you have my earrings? You didn't even ask!" "Laura accidentally used your toothbrush this morning!" Lea immediately rats Laura out in an attempt to distract Sasha. "What?!" Sasha huffs in disgust, furious. It's then that Sash, in rage, lunges for the both of them, all three forgetting about me in the process. This is the kind of catfight that I appreciate most in life, the catfight that distracts my little sisters from embarrassing me in front of pretty girls.

He felt nothing but shame then. "Heavenly Alliance members, heed my order!" The next second, Cayden roared, "We will capture Skylar Blanc today, no matter what cost it takes." The ten thousand Heavenly Alliance members got to work immediately, channeling their internal energy and brandishing their swords. They formed a circle around Skylar, surrounding him. Skylar looked extremely calm, a faint smile on his face. "Oh, wow! You've got quite the party. However, you might not be able to catch me tonight. You might even come upon a tragedy."

“Alpha! There is movement on the northern slope. It is coming in fast and it is heavy. With the sound of it, they are at least fifty.” Kael’s head snapped up. “Fifty?” “Yes, sir. But…” The scout swallowed. “They’re not wolves. They’re…not wolves, but soldiers.” “Human?” I echoed. The scout nodded. “They are armored and are carrying the same sigil. The crimson crescent.” Kael’s curse was low and vicious. “The Shadow has allies in the kingdoms now.” That realization hit like a blade. “Then this isn’t just our war anymore.” “No,” he said grimly. “It’s everyone’s.”

The big drow yanked on the chain and swung it to the side, sending the blade towards Otheric. The young drow ducked and the blade merely shattered the chimney he was hugging. Without much effort, Nymgos spun the blade around again, keeping Minos and Rei at a length's distance. Anybody who dared to move, Nymgos would toss the blade against them, and pull it away, and spin it up again.

The message was short, written in an elegant, venomous hand. To the Prince who consorts with barbarians, Your ‘victory’ reeks of witchcraft and ruin. You have unleashed the mountain’s fury and slain hundreds, not in honorable combat, but in subterranean slaughter. The eastern lords will hear the truth. The crown’s alliance with savages ends here. We will not be ruled by those who break the world to save it. There is a price for such treachery. You have taken something of the mountain. The mountain will take something of yours.— A Friend to the True Kingdom “It’s not signed,” Makil said, his voice tight.

What can you tell us? Ethan stepped forward, pointing at the map. The southern territories are divided into three major alliances. The Dawn Coalition, led by Alpha Marcus of Silver Dawn, controls the eastern plains. The Mountain Compact, led by Alpha Thea of Stone Ridge, holds the western ranges. And the River Alliance, a loose collection of smaller packs, controls the waterways between. Which one serves the Father of Shadows? That is the question, is it not? Ethan traced his finger along the map. The Dawn Coalition has always been loyal to the old ways, suspicious of outsiders, resistant to change. If any alliance harbored ancient loyalties to darkness, it would be them.

Outside, the foggy darkness burst into absolute chaos. Thick, unnatural black mist poured out from the trees, extinguishing the torches in a fraction of a second. Crimson-eyed shadows lunged from the canopy above, their razor-sharp blood-steel blades clashing violently against the warriors' armor. Screams of fury and clashing steel filled the freezing night air. I scrambled to the carriage door, kicking it open to see Salvatore standing in the center of the mayhem, his massive broadsword glowing with golden Alpha energy as he cleaved through three shadowy attackers at once.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

The proud, pristine bastion that had stood for centuries as a symbol of Southern dominance was transformed into a slaughterhouse in a matter of heartbeats. Silas was a hurricane of dark, unrestrained violence at the front of the line. He moved with a terrifying, supernatural speed that defied his massive size, his heavy obsidian broadsword sweeping through the air in lethal, rhythmic arcs. The blade, still humming and crackling with the bleeding remnants of my violet lightning, cut through shields, steel, and bone as if they were wet parchment. He didn't just fight; he completely dominated the space, his sheer Alpha aura radiating outward in suffocating waves. The pressure was so intense tha