Novel & Cerita Black Sword Alliance

Silas laughed out loud and said, “Never mind, I’m leaving that place anyway. It doesn’t matter whether you plant it back or not.” Saying that, Silas stared at the sword Dalton was carrying on his back. At this instant, Mad King was slowly taking that sword from his back and then caressing the blade of that sword inch by inch with the palm of his hand. This sword was not the one that Dalton used regularly. Instead, it was a long sword with a black body, and its blade was carved with various eccentric patterns. “The Stygian Blade of the Alroy family, once it is out of its sheath, it must return drinking blood.” Silas narrowed his eyes as he stared at the sword in Dalton’s hand.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

“Frostveil armies are marching.” “How many?” I ask. “Over a hundred wolves,” the scout informs us. Wesley swears. “Three fronts now.” I nod slowly. The realization settles fully. The war has officially begun. The alliance is no longer testing. They are coming for us, and they are coming for her. I look at Fern. She does not look away, and I know then, there is no going back. The alliance has fully mobilized, and Blackmoor will answer.

The Thorne Pack warriors, who had been seated in the front rows, suddenly drew their weapons and attacked the unprepared Blackwood elders. "Protect the Alpha!" Lucas's roar was instantly drowned out. Blood stained the white altar in an instant. I clutched my bleeding wound, grabbed Rosalind by the throat, and slammed her hard against the altar. "Why?!" She didn't struggle. She was laughing. A twisted, broken laugh. "You fool," she gasped, her eyes full of mockery. "You still don't get it? There was never an alliance." "The Blackwood Pack's territory, its mines... after today, it all belongs to the Thorne Pack!"

The handwriting is practiced but cold. “Trade for what matters. The Alpha’s blade, marked by his blood and rightful name. Bring it to the Hollow. Midnight. No wolves.” They want the Sword of Blackwood, a ceremonial blade older than Tyler’s reign. Older than his claim to the Alpha title. A blade passed from father to son, a symbol of rule and blood and legacy. To demand it in exchange for Gavin is more than cruelty. It’s about unmaking a king. About breaking Tyler’s bloodline with one clean stroke and leaving his Pack in chaos afterward.

“No one is allowed to interrupt. And no other weapon is permitted aside from the chosen sword to use.” “Hercules will get the answers he wants if he wins.” Hercules’ second said. “And if Black Dragon wins, the Olympus Gang will not be seen on Korea ever again. Or they’ll will be found six feet under the ground.” Yosef added. JD and Hercules just stayed quiet and glaring at each other. Their second hand men handed their swords before they begin. Hercules will use a longsword while Black Dragon will use a katana. Both men are known to be expert on using sword during training and combat.

Pressing the end call, Nikka talking to herself, said, "Nathan, where did you go? When Zitrey needs you the most." Walking in the Dark alley, a group of cutthroats was present there. A well-built man covered Albert with a coat which magnificently swaying in the freezing air, he then asked, "Shizun forgive my insolence, but why don't we just take Crimson Blade now that she's weak.” "You have no taste Fang, that method was boring. And surely my little hunter will come back to hunts me. She will. For her vengeance and to retrieve Lilith's corpse. She will be more aggressive than before than you imagine. My perfect asset for the incoming war.”

Their blades were not steel, but spines of creatures Killian had only seen in nightmares. Varrow’s warlords. His chosen. His answer to the Guild’s last defence. The sanctum erupted. The Guild fought, but it was chaos. Steel clashed against blood-forged bone. Alchemical fire burst against shields that drank the flames like wine. Thieves darted in with daggers only to be flung back broken.

I don't even bother to look at her. "You can't leave!" Sarah spreads her arms, her voice turning sharp. "Have you forgotten our alliance? If you walk out now, the Blackwood pack will pull all its funding! You will lose everything!" "The alliance?" I stop. I lift my head, and my eyes, now a burning, solid gold, lock onto hers. In that instant, I let my wolf off the leash. The raw, unfiltered power of a Prime Alpha slams into her, crushing her. Thud.