Black Sword Alliance Novels & Stories

But what strikes her more was the mutual hatred they have for each other. “I didn't come here to chitchat with you. Let's test how deep your hatred was and the skill of the hunter I carefully raised with all these years.” Albert took a thing under his coat. It was a black mask with a form of a fox, with a cheeky smile, he proudly wears it, and declared, “Let's see how strong you are than before after you leave the Dark Moon— MY CRIMSON BLADE!” It was a sudden shock to Zitrey, dumbstruck, she felt like he was just kidding but this mischievous man can pull that vicious plan. She was been fooled by all these years. “Shi... Shizun?” she stuttered. Body quiver terribly.

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.

"Didn't you see the announcement? This person is called Sebastian, and he just took the first kill of the boss in the novice village." "Cheater! Bros, there's cheating in this game!" "Too outrageous. I saw it clearly; he dealt nearly two thousand damage with three strikes? My Qi Refining Initial Stage only has a thousand health." "I thought those few Blood Slaughter guild members were low on health because they were fighting with Moonshadow Guild, so it was easy to kill them." "I just want to say, terrifying!" "Such a master! Idol!" "Are sword cultivators this strong? Can I switch to becoming a knife user? Suddenly, I feel my knife is only suitable for cutting tofu (T▽T)..."

“They’re few but deadly. “History had it that they were once from the Bloodthorn pack but had disagreed with the then Alpha's decision to bind the pack to a peace treaty with other werewolf clans. They believed the Bloodthorn Pack was destined to rule, not bow to alliances or share power. This faction, which was now rogues made up of elite warriors and purists, revolted. A violent internal war broke out and those who lost were exiled, stripped of their pack name, and declared rogues. But they didn’t die out. They became what is now known as the Blacksword Wolves—a feared rogue army with no true alpha, only a brutal code of survival and strength. Their goal remained the same, which was to rec

Blake said, and with a wave of his hand, the head of the smirking man fell to the floor. Fear and hatred were seen in the people around them, not knowing if they would make it out alive or defeat Blake in numbers. Even then, they hesitated until six men in heavy black robes entered and unsheathed their swords with a broad blade known as Takoba Sword. “Still not enough?” Blake said, and with a flick of his hand, the swords that were ready to cleave through him split, and the top of the swords clanged on the wooden floor along with all their heads with their bodied following, making a thumping sound through the building.

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

Warriors from kingdoms that had once been bitter rivals now stood side by side, their breathing steady in the cold air. Every eye turned toward Killian as he stepped onto a high stone platform overlooking the massive army. For a long, heavy moment, he simply looked at them. These weren't just faceless soldiers; they were fathers, mothers, brothers, daughters, and lifelong friends. They were people with loved ones waiting anxiously for them at home. Killian drew the glittering Blade of the First Alpha. Moonlight shimmered brilliantly along its silver edge, defying the dim morning sun.

Nobody argued. I had Lyra’s hand and Kael’s shoulder and we were back in the corridor in ten seconds. Rhys materialised at my side. The four warriors behind him. Forrest appeared from a doorway ahead of us with his phone at his ear and an expression that told me he had just received the same information I had through different channels. “Alpha Blackthorn’s territory,” he said. “Yes.” “Three alliance packs.” He said it like he was testing whether it was real. “Packs that answered a Lunara signal and came as witnesses.”

I became a blur of white and violet. ​I met the first wave with steel. My obsidian blades, forged in the fires of the Shadow Valley, sliced through vampire flesh like it was water. I ducked a claw swipe, spun, and took the legs off one leech. I vaulted over another, driving my blade down through its collarbone. ​It was a dance. A violent, bloody dance. ​I felt the Blackwood wolves hesitate, then join the fray. I heard Kaelen’s roar as he tore into the enemy. We were fighting on the same side. The irony almost made me laugh.