Blade-empire Obituaries Novels & Stories

but before she knew it, she saw the world turn red and spin around her. In one night, news spread around the entire lands under the rule of the Qing Imperial Family. The infamous Ghost Blade, a disciple to one of the leaders of the Demonic Faction, a dreaded assassin in all four Territories, died with an incomplete corpse. All sects, schools, big families and great clans under the Righteous Path celebrated!

“ how can you say that? mom gave her life to save yours. You killed dad and made me hate Night for all those years” “ yeah. I did all that but no one would remember it once I am the emperor. After all that position was always mine” Shade once again charged towards him and threw a very powerful attack of sword at him. Blade used his sword to block the attack and the sound of metal made a high pitched click “ the position of emperor was never yours. What if we were the first borns?....” Blade didn’t let shade complete his sentence as he hit Shade’s leg making him lose balance.

Kane, Blade had never experienced such profound satisfaction before. Embracing Emily in my arms felt undeniably perfect, and I found myself unwilling to release her. The fact that she carried Jake's mark no longer concerned me; I had shed any worries about his potential return and her departure with him. The fear of investing myself wholeheartedly and being left shattered no longer haunted me. Deep within, I knew that this was my ultimate destiny.

Vera gasped softly, tears running fresh down her cheeks as Emereah stepped into the full weight of her name. “I am Emereah Blade,” she said, her voice rising. “Daughter of Altheya Velren. Luna of Silverfang. Marked by the Blood Eclipse. And you—" she turned her head, gaze slicing through him like frost across steel—"are nothing more than the last shadow of a dying era.” Vladimir's face twisted, fury and something deeper—fear—swirling in his eyes. “You think you can walk away from this? From me?” “Watch me.”

Once there was any unfavorable news, he was not sure if these people would seek another way. It was not that Jason arrogated bad motives to other people, but that many of them could really do such a thing. At this moment, the blind woman suddenly leaned over. "the Human Emperor's Cemetery has been opened." The blind woman whispered.

If Bugatti had wanted to kill Ketist Blay, he could have used his strong battle tactics to do so. At the mountain top mansion funeral grounds. The new emperor, Prince Peter Justice Maclean, and his elders sought permission and departed the audience because it was late in the evening. His Majesty Prince Peter Justice Maclean and his sister empress, as well as Dr. Mumba and King Young Junior granny Felicia Justice Maclean and the rest of the women, rose to their feet to follow the elders. The mourners left the funeral grounds as well. His Majesty Sir Justice Maclean's and his wife Dr. Doris Maclean's bodies were left in the police's custody.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

Leo walked forward, picking up a single, glowing blue shard from the floor. "Mama?" he whispered. Suddenly, a screen on the wall—the only one still powered by a backup battery—flickered to life. It wasn't a news feed. It was a GPS coordinate. Location: Port of Marseille. Terminal 4. And beneath the coordinate, a single text line appeared: "The Shadow Empress is dead. Long live the House of Everett-Northwood. — M."

Rhydian caught it midair, unfolded it slowly. His eyes scanned once. Then again. Then stopped. For a moment, even Rhydian didn’t speak. The seal on the bottom was Academy-issued. But cracked. And overwritten. ELIAS VERRIN — CONFIRMED DEAD Yet beneath it, in sharp ink: THE DEAD DON’T ROT FAST ENOUGH FOR THIS PLACE Rhydian exhaled slowly through his nose. “That’s not just forgery,” he said quietly. “No,” Kael replied. “It’s a warning.”

“I’ll make them beg for mercy. I won’t spare anyone. Tell me who.” “He died of cardiac arrest,” Zavier says evenly. “No one killed him.” For a split second, grief cracks through Dominic’s mask, impossible to hide, before vanishing just as quickly. Too many of his security guards are watching him. “When is the funeral?” he asks. “Done,” Zavier says. Dominic looks at him with anger burning in his eyes, but says nothing. “What’s the good news?” he asks, regaining control. Zavier doesn’t hesitate.