Novel & Cerita Black Sword Alliance

Nolan appeared silently, working alongside us. Later, I was unsure when, but Sam and his arrived. I was even more surprised to find Shadow Stone came; Alpha Alexander greeted me with a few words, telling me this was not part of a debt owed but done willingly and that he would still be indebted to Blood Moon. I told him I felt the same, and with that, my first official alliance was re-sealed. His men worked quietly and swiftly, but they handed the bones with such tenderness. The werecats joined Nova, we shared a look that only the two of us could understand.

I pressed the knife down a bit with force, and a red bloodstream immediately flowed out. Alfine pushed the knife from his neck with his hand, and he laughed. "I've thought about it many times before coming here; Alpha need not worry about the credibility of my words." Looking at Alfine's attitude, I also thought that he wasn't lying, which made my heart feel a little more hopeful. "Speak! What do you want from Black Moon?” I ask. Alfine stood up, brushing the dust off his shirt. “Need an alliance.” I smiled faintly as if I heard something amusing. "You haven't told me anything about Erza yet; with such high expectations, you seem very confident with what you know."

They aimed to target Meazus's eyes as the end of the war. “I ask for forgiveness on behalf of the Swordblack Pack, honorable Alpha Meazus.” The war agreement stated that only an alpha could pierce the eyes of the enemy; warriors were not permitted to do so. However, the Swordblack Pack seemed intent on breaking their agreement. Meazus knew what would happen to the Swordblack Pack if they broke a war promise: they would be ostracized, and many other packs would refuse to cooperate with them. The Swordblack Pack would face a fate nearly identical to that of the Rogue.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

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.