Blade And Soul Female นิยาย & เรื่องราว

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

If she couldn't have him, if she couldn't win, then neither could that pathetic human girl. Her hand moved with supernatural speed, drawing a jagged, cursed blade from the folds of her silk dress. The weapon was ancient and forged in darkness, possessing an edge sharp enough to cut through souls. "If I can't have you, she'll never have you either!" she declared with madness and bitter hatred. Before Zavian could do anything but watch in absolute horror, Yuna plunged the blade deep into her own heart. The sound it made was wet and completely obscene. She twisted the hilt, ensuring maximum damage so there would be no coming back from this.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

When she heard Silver Moon’s impatient voice, she attacked and immediately focused on scarring her face that took the attention that was supposed to go to her. On the other hand, Blade was also confident beside Pierce. She brought two daggers with her that night although they weren’t poisoned so her smile was the sweetest while thinking that she’d love to eliminate one weak rival that was snatching Silver’s love for her. While Wildflower was taking advantage of Silver Moon’s defenseless back and Pierce was focused on making the beauty ugly, Blade put her focus on injuring the woman severely by directing her attack on her heart and abdomen. However, what the heck was that?

Others cursed under their breath. Then one of them snapped. A thick-set woman with braided hair, tattoos curling up her biceps like creeping vines, leapt off her bunk. She was known as “Blade” — a nickname earned from a violent past that everyone knew about in the prison. She didn’t like Tania. No one in the cell did. But tonight, her tolerance reached its end. Blade stormed toward her, the floor trembling beneath her weight. Without warning, she raised her hand and delivered a brutal slap to Tania’s face; the kind that echoed off the walls and left a stinging silence in its wake.

Stone asked as Blade let her go. “Who are you?” The female asked, and her eyes turned full black for a few seconds before they returned to their normal green color. “Who are you?” Patrea threw the question back at her as she forwarded toward her. Soledad stepped back before raising her hand, and a power ignited in her palm, but Patrea was fast enough to shoot a fireball in front of her feet. She gasped, and her eyes widened. She didn’t move anymore, and she looked like she held her breath as well.

She shouted, "B*stard! You've defiled my purity. I'm going to kill you." Immediately, Loona erupted her internal energy, and the blade created a stream of cold glow, aiming at Darryl.

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.”

Her soul. Whereas Aayana is a 25 years old ambitious and talented girl with a sweet and caring nature. She loves from the core of her heart. She wants to shine in her career and she has a secret crush on Ira. She finds her soul in Ira. But she can't reach her because of her status. And she also knows that her family won't accept her reality. Still, she is in the hope that one day she will get her love. The love of her life. About whom she dreams every night and aspires every moment. The divine feelings she feels for Ira, give her the feel of a peach mountain. She is afraid that she will be able to get in touch with the love of her life. Her love. Her Soul.