Blade And Soul Fanfiction Novels & Stories

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

He caressed her soft cheeks and shook her shoulder lightly. "Baby girl, wake up." He gently said to his mate, still no answers. He turned around the room and locked his eyes to her friend. "You, bring me a glass of water!" Blaze commanded in his alpha voice and her friend complied with no objections, he ran out of the room. Blaze was also jealous at the fact that his mate has a male friend, he would have to talk with his mate but right now it's not the time to discuss this.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

After I fell sick, I could not find a suitable bone marrow donor because of my unique blood type. Elsa requested that I test if she was a match for me. Who knew—she was a match. Ignoring my dissuasion, she threatened to commit suicide and donated her bone marrow to me. The bone marrow I received was Elsa's, not Simon's. Nicole slapped Elsa hard and knocked her to the ground. Due to Nicole's excessive force, Elsa covered her ears as she fell to the ground. "I know you. You're Ray's ex-wife!" Nicole smiled. "Well, this is what he told you, little brat? He said I was his ex-wife? He and I aren't divorced yet. Don't worry; we will be soon."

“I vow to protect you, to cherish you, and to rule beside you as your husband and your Alpha. I give you my loyalty, my heart, and my future.” As Nolan spoke, every single syllable felt like a cascade of sickening lies and poison. A sharp ache tightened in my chest, stealing my breath. Even now, standing with his son, my soul was screaming for Zayn. The desperate, hopeless longing for the Alpha was tearing me apart. The High Elder turned his ancient gaze to me. “Blair Rose, please speak your vows to your future Alpha.” “I…” I opened my mouth, the single word catching like glass in my throat. I was about to force the lie out — about to seal my own doom — when the heavy, reinforced doors at th

“Together, we can face anything!” The sigil pulsed with energy, casting a brilliant light that filled the clearing. The shadows began to dissolve, retreating from the warmth of their bond. “We can do this!” Blair cried, feeling the strength of their unity. But just as they thought they had triumphed, a sudden chill swept through the clearing. The shadowy figure morphed again, revealing a familiar face someone they had lost to the darkness. “You think you’re stronger than me?” it taunted, and Blair’s heart sank as the realization hit her.

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.

My legs told me to run, but I stayed rooted, caught between fear and fascination. The bike slowed, then stopped just a few feet away. The rider pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark hair. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, jeans torn at the knee. A scar slashed across his jawline, making him look even harder, sharper. “Road’s no place for a girl alone this late,” he said, voice rough like gravel. My pulse jumped. “I’m fine,” I blurted, though the crack in my voice betrayed me. He studied me, eyes sharp and unflinching. “Name’s Blake. You lost?”

*Kieran* The moment Blanca starts naming names, I know we’re in for it. I want to tell her to be more vague, but I also don’t think it’s a wise decision to be secretive right now, and we still don’t have the mind-link. I was an idiot for not believing she was my mate and going ahead with the ceremonial shit before. Now, it might cost our lives. She says my last name, and everyone in the whole damn–whatever the hell this is–freezes. She says Blake’s name, and the Luna almost passes out.

Still, the physical pain I felt couldn’t compare to the heartache I felt. The only reason I was getting punished in the middle of a ring was because of the same man I was fighting. The same man that was supposed to be my best friend. We planned how to escape Dante’s control for years, we shared secrets, everything you could think of. But he got himself into some trouble and decided our friendship wasn’t worth Dante’s wrath. I didn’t exactly blame him, but it still hurt. By the time my vision cleared, all I could notice was Dante.