Novel & Cerita Black Sword Alliance

"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 were no longer running—they were at war. The Shadow Blades, a ruthless gang of mercenaries hired to eliminate Alessandro, were drawing near. These killers were the best in the business—cold, efficient, and deadly. They had tracked Alessandro down, following his every move, and now, they were closing in on him and Elena. There would be no mercy. The air felt suffocating as the sound of the vehicle grew louder, echoing off the walls of the small village. Alessandro stepped toward the door, motioning for Elena to stay behind. He wasn’t going to let her face this. Not while he still had the strength to fight.

“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.

"You cannot be serious." "I do not make jokes in public." Kael blurted. I finally stepped back on instinct. "What?" Kael continued. "A one-year contract marriage under Nightfang law. In return, Black Hollow receives military protection along the eastern border, immediate suspension of its current war debt, free herbs from Nightfang and the signed alliance you begged for." My uncle's mouth opened in shock, then shut. He had not denied begging for the alliance because that would have been another lie too easy to expose.

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.”