Blade And Soul Fanfic Novels & Stories

The schemer fell silent, glancing at Colin, who didn't bat an eyelid. "I know you didn't mean to hurt the cat," he said. "You just don't care about animals. Apologize to Joyce, and I'll let you go. It's your fault the cat freaked out." I glared, my gaze burning him. He looked away, then signaled someone to make me bow. That schemer got close with a smirk. "Wanna get married? You're not bad-looking, and I can grant your wish." His breath stank of cigarettes.

I didn’t ask for it. When he finished, I leaned back against the ridge and said, “What’s your name?” “Rylan.” “Your full name.” I demanded. “Rylan Stormblade.” I blinked, iknew that name. Stormblade was a bloodline that vanished two decades ago—after a rogue Luna poisoned an entire council during a mate-claim trial. “You’re supposed to be dead.” He smirked. “So are you.” We sat in silence for a long moment. Then he said, “They weren’t just trying to destroy your bond. They were using you as a vessel.”

“That is not fair. He was not to know this was going to happen.” Blade made a noise somewhere between a purr and a whimper. ‘She is torn.’ He shared with a shaken tone. ‘She is hurting. Feeling many of the things her father expressed, yet she defends you.’ Blade's words felt like they ripped at my soul. He had to be communicating with Presley's wolf. He would be able to sense a lot through our matebond too, as I could, but to know this much, he had to have spoken to Shira. And the things they had shared were heartbreaking. My heart ached at the thought my mate and friend felt that way, but a surge of tenderness toward her filled me with confidence that made me walk over to her and place my h

One opened behind me, and I turned—Ria stood there, wearing my face. “You think they love you,” she whispered, stepping closer. "But even Kharo will turn. He’ll see the monster in you. You’re a freak, Bliss. A mistake.” She raised a silver blade. I couldn’t move. Her hand came down—And I woke up. Sweat drenched my body. My hands shook. The teacup had shattered. A piece of porcelain bit into my foot as I jumped from the bed. The room swelled, but I managed to crawl to the corner near the window, dragging a blanket with me like armour.

Now that I'm a piece of trash, you can go be with him! The senior he mentioned was Eugene Lane, a guy I'd met in my club at college. There was nothing between us—we probably wouldn't even have become acquainted if not for an exhibition my club had organized. Liam had always been the only man I had eyes for, after all. When I returned to my senses, Liam had already locked the door and approached me with a knife. His expression was as twisted and ruthless as it had been in my past life. I backed away, forced to retreat to the balcony.

This time, I yanked my hand from his grip, frowning. Glancing at Tone whose face was back to its usual sternness, I knew this was a perfect moment to get rid of Blade. "Hey, I'm sorry and I know this might sound crazy, but let's break up." “What?!” Raina screamed. Blade’s eyes widened and took a step back. His expression switched to a frown before it rested as a blank expression, then he smiled. "I don’t understand why you’d accept my proposal and break up with me on the same day. I know our feelings are not mutual, but I like you more than anyone else in the world. Everyday, I think about you, I dream about you, and nothing else makes sense until I see or talk to you.

He begins pacing again, his fists clenching and unclenching. “Mikhail can easily prove it. To the council, to every Alpha out there. He and Sophia are fated mates, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Even after their bond was severed, they found each other, and the Moon Goddess blessed them with a second chance. He knows that if it comes to a fight, he’ll lose because all his claims will be baseless, as Sophia and Mikhail are still mates. So instead…” Lucas pauses, his expression hardening. “He found another way. Someone to help him trap Sophia’s soul.”

"Then you do it. I think the one on top is Camden so give Kaden your weapon. There's no need to draw this out or risk him getting hurt" "What if you're wrong? Wouldn't you be helping the enemy?" "I'm not wrong. Just do it" he shakes his head no. Coward "Then help me out" I tear a long slit on my dress and climb out the window. Grabbing the weapon in his hand I project the image of me throwing him the weapon into his mind and then actually do it. The knife-like iolite flies to where they are and just when I think I was wrong and that I didn't succeed, a hand shoots out, grabs it, and starts making cuts on the other Lycan. He's fast and precise, cutting small wounds all over Camden's body. I'm

I shook my head, “Nothing. It’s not like I’ll meet with that pureblood again.” “That could work with the vampire, but what about Lucas?” “What about him? He looks happy with his life, surrounded by other women. I don’t care.” -- “Girl, calm down. I’m not built like a warrior, in case you forgot!” Lyle exclaimed, and I immediately halted my attack. We were at the pack territory, sparring to let off some steam. I was supposed to go alone, but she insisted on being on my side. I heaved, realizing what I was doing. I lowered my guard and slumped on the floor. “Sorry. I got carried away.”