Blade And Soul Download Novels & Stories

"How did you get up here?" "Disappointed to see me here and okay?" Summer asked laughing as she stepped into the room. "You brazen girl!" Jackson snarled from behind his desk as he stood. "Stay where you are." Summer warned wielding her weapon. "Neither of you move." "Do you think I'm scared of that little weapon?" Michael asked continuing to move forward. "Besides you don't have the guts to do anything with that." "Wanna bet?" Lunging forward Summer swiped the blade through the air getting close enough to Michael to cut across his chest. With wide eyes Michael took a few steps back.

I had no more tolerance for people who wanted to f*ck me up. I stepped forward, reducing the distance between us and letting the knife cut my flesh. The pain was nothing compared to my other wounds, which I got when I broke the chair to get free. I felt the blood running down my skin and the surprise in Leonardo’s gaze. Something reminiscent of fear glistened in his eyes, but it disappeared so quickly I didn’t have time to distinguish it. He promptly removed the blade showing me it was never his intention to hurt me. It was a bluff.

No way in hell was I not going to take offense to him calling me that even if he didn't outright say it. I wasn't really pissed about the fact that he lied to me about the number of items he slipped into the bleached guy's pocket or that he doesn't trust me but the fact that he insulted my character by calling me a blabbermouth was vexing. I wouldn't be in the position I was now by being loose-lipped, then he would have found out that I had gone back to do a thorough check-up on Dickson - though bleached guy suited him better - after we had initially left and found out he had also slipped in EULS device which the master had ordered me to leave.

Her fingers ran through my hair, bringing a sense of comfort and reassurance that only a mother’s touch could bring. I couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Mom.” As she settled onto the sofa near the window, her tone turned playful. “So, how’s my...?” Her words were interrupted by a knock at the door. “Come in,” I called out, a smile gracing my lips, knowing who it was. Vanilla and bourbon. My new addiction. My mate entered, her fingers fidgeting with nervous energy, her shyness adding to her charm. “Sir, um, I needed the NFT files. Scott said I could collect them from you.”

Blake scowled. “Me? I’m only fulfilling my duty as an Alpha to this pack. There was a trespasser so I simply arrested her and put her in the dungeon. Fortunately, she escaped the torture ritual since I had another toy to play with.” Ruax observed carefully, and when he saw Blake clenching his fist in anger, he knew he had him. He internally grinned at the victory. Of course he would trade the stone for his mate. “What do you want?” “You can have her back, all I need is a teeny tiny rock.” Ruax smiled, knowing that his words would shock the person in front of him. “The hearthstone.”

Blade asked as he fell on the floor losing his strength “ I…..” Sandra said raising an eyebrow before continuing ‘ I just taught you a lesson. You have one last chance! Run for your life and never come back” Blade was given an opportunity to repent and continue his life but he was so drowned in greediness and stubbornness that it couldn’t be helped “gu..guards” he called as his guards once again tried their best to get a hold of the situation in way which favors their master but this time they had no bait to use.

Well, I was no longer skeptical. “Celeste gave it to me for safe keeping, knowing that it was safest with me than with anyone else. I had already asked her permission to take it with us since we weren’t sure what we might encounter. Can you put a binding on it so that only you and I can touch it? Just on the off-chance that we would need to use it.” That was something that I truly appreciated about my mate. He did not just take things from others. This blade was placed in his care, but he still asked permission from Celeste to take it with us. He would have left it behind if she had said that the answer was no.

Rigel’s words cut like a knife, and the silence that followed was deafening. Selene sighed, stepping between us. “Both of you, stop. This isn’t helping.” She turned to me, her tone softening. “Daniel, you need to understand. That blade is dangerous in ways you can’t imagine. It doesn’t just feed on power—it feeds on the soul of its wielder. Using it could strip away everything that makes you... you.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to back down. “So what’s the alternative? Keep running? Hope for a miracle? I’m sick of feeling powerless, Selene. If this blade is part of my bond, maybe it’s meant to be used.”

"I will never let you take over. If you want my body, kill me first." In the heart of a dark dimension, Sylas' spectral form seethed with frustration. He hadn't expected Homer's soul to be this resilient. Even imprisoned, Homer refused to yield. And with Sylas short on time, he could only manipulate Homer's left hand, which Landon had already stopped. Realizing this, Sylas roared. Dark energy surged, forming countless tendrils that merged into a sharp blade aimed at Homer. "Homer, this is the Soul Crusher Edge. I'll give you one last chance. Surrender total control, or I'll pierce your soul and obliterate you!"

I blurted. “With what?” His voice rose. “We have no resources.” his eyes shun with confusion. “Then we cut. Slash what’s not needed. Reinforce the essentials. It’ll save money—and redirect focus.” I let out with a deep breath. Just then he starts to clap. “Good idea,” he said, smiling. I exhaled, proud. “But truth is... we’re not lacking anything. I just wanted to test your mind.” He rose. “Come. I’ll introduce you to my partners.” he said, leading me out of the office.