روايات وقصص ضمن Blade And Soul Fanfic

The motherfucker just strolled out the door like I owed him something. I shook my head and walked off to the study, getting ready to draft the contract and look into videos and websites he could browse. Ren’s POV I felt so good knowing that Kai was looking out for me, even though he was already considering the possibility of divorce. But the second thing Adrian mentioned blew my mind. Their lifestyle… BDSM. Did I even fit? I wanted this to work because I didn’t know if I’d be able to take him going into someone else’s arms for his needs.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Blade, my beta and the man I was proud to call my best friend, went completely still, and his eyes locked on mine to confirm if I was really serious. I didn’t look away, I didn’t need to. “Are you serious?” he asked, “Are we finally getting a Luna?” I thought about it for a moment and nodded, “Yes,” I answered, “She might be the one,” I repeated. Blade burst into loud laughter, “Finally,” he said in between fits of laughter, “I was beginning to think my alpha was never going to get a mate. I really need to see this woman who has captivated your heart.”

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

"And before manipulating her into marriage, have you given thought to the thing that she is still in love with her ex husband!" Damon frowned at him when he said that. "She might sleep in your bed but her mind is with another man. You got her body, what about the soul?" Damon's inside set on fire when Rafael said that. He can't even imagine her thinking about other men. "Not just the body, Rafael... I'll make her each and every inch mine... From her mind to soul, she is mine!" Rafael smirked at his madness. "You are too soft hearted for that... And she is too fierce for you to conquer her"

The whispers grew louder, but I pushed back, channeling the same defiance that had broken the mate bond. --- The blade began to crack, its dark energy spiraling out of control. Veyron screamed in rage, throwing Darius off and turning toward me. “You’ll destroy us all!” he bellowed, his voice filled with desperation. “Maybe,” I replied, my hands trembling as I poured my will into the blade. “But at least it’ll be on my terms.” The chamber shook violently, and the blade shattered in an explosion of light and darkness. When the light faded, I found myself on my knees, the world spinning around me. Veyron was nowhere to be seen, his presence seemingly erased.

That burden now rested heavily on Celeste’s shoulders. Without thinking, Celeste cupped Eva’s tear-streaked face, her thumb gently brushing away the older woman’s tears. She could feel the warmth of her skin beneath her hand, and the grief that radiated from her seemed to seep into her own heart. Silently, she guided Eva to the nearest seat in the hospital lobby, careful to support her as they moved. Once seated, Celeste took Eva’s trembling hands in hers, her fingers squeezing them lightly in a quiet gesture of reassurance. Then, locking eyes with Eva, Celeste made a solemn vow—a promise that she would not back down, that she would fight for Salvador’s life, no matter how difficult or painf

They named him Seth, and he completed the future-ranked wolves of this pack. Blade was ecstatic knowing two boys would be around Blair. He told me one night that he hoped one of them would end up with Blair. It was the first time he voiced out clearly that he didn’t want our daughter to accept her mate. I told him everything was up to Blair because I honestly had no idea how she could fight off the mate bond because I was not able to—even if the only thing Blade gave me from the beginning were pain and hurtful words. But then, Alastor was a demon—a real wicked one. I just kept praying my daughter would grow up strong and resilient—that she would know what to do when the right time came, as G