Blade King Novels & Stories

Blake taunted. Alright! This has gone on long enough, "He is Black Wing." "What?" "Yeah, Blake, the one you are taunting right now is a former fighter of Clover Field that went under the alias Black Wing. Sounds familiar?" at least that shut him up. "I understand your unmentioned hatred toward Mafias, and rightly so. But they are different. They are more like us than you think."

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

he asked, his voice laced with arrogance. "I have come to challenge you to allow me to fight your chosen son-in-law Emperor Dwayne," Blake replied, his tone steady and unwavering. "I seek the hand of Princess Selena in marriage." Dwayne chuckled darkly, his fangs glinting in the dim light of the throne room. "You are a bold one, Blake. But you are also foolish. You think you can defeat our best prince in combat and win the heart of my beloved daughter?" "I am willing to prove myself," Blake said, his eyes flickering with determination. "I am a skilled fighter, and I will not back down from this challenge."

Blake asked as they ate their dinner "Because you are LATENT, that means your claws are small, it can hardly scratch wolves so you need swords" he answered. He taught Blake to use two swords and he has become very good at it. Blake was now lightning fast, he now ten times faster and stronger than any Alpha he could think of.

Whether I surrender or not, after three full moons, they will eliminate me and my entire clan for a crime that none of us had committed. I didn’t wait for the knight’s reply. I headed towards the stairs. By the time I reached the peak, I was almost dragging my feet. But I would like to believe it was worth it. It had to. It didn’t take long for me to see the King. Blade was hung in the middle of the room. The yellow magical chains were connected on the roof, they were thicker and bigger than the ones I saw downstairs. Even if he was crouching right now, I could tell that he was tall. I couldn’t see his face because his head was bent over, but I could hear his shallow breathing. All I could s

Smirking at the surprise in her eyes he presses his lips to hers in a dominant kiss, when he pulls back he skims his lips down her neck to his mark, placing a soft kiss there making her shiver before he drops his hands. He then backs away from her, faces Nathaniel and slowly walks down the three steps. His warriors step aside allowing him to pass and as he approaches Nathaniel in the middle of the room the fighting around them stops. All the warriors in the room stop and back away making a circle around King Blade and King Nathaniel. Blade removes his new Royal jacket and his shirt allowing everyone to see as Luther ripples under his skin, lengthening his claws and canines to lean forward an

Octo Callie shouted then I zip pass Octo Callie, Meridia the Daedric Prince from Skyrim and Kronika the Keeper of Time from Mortal Kombat 11 waited to see if any of the two struck the final blow. As I flick my X-Blade, Octo Callie collapsed to her knees defeated “defeated!? How it possible” she said before going unconscious. I sheath my X-Blade on my back, carried a the unconscious Callie and walk towards Meridia and Kronika. “I struck the first blow, let’s find a place to hide within the broken city of Shattered Inkopolis or else Corona has found out that I defeated Callie” I said to Kronika and Meridia. Kronika nodded, understanding the urgency. "We need to move quickly," she urged.

He obviously doesn't know our last names at all if he believes I will ever forget about it. “What are you doing here?” he snarls, as expected. I ignored him and raised my father's hand to my head while kissing his knuckles. All of the Royals enter the rooms in this manner. I'm the East's young lady. In addition, whether they like to acknowledge it or not, I am one of the pillars that support this clan. Every exceptional person has their finest soldier, a person they can put their life in the hands of, standing behind them. In a meeting with the chambers, just one is permitted out of respect for the boss, because these leaders often don't move without a swarm of soldiers.

The Phantom Blade was too light for something designed to end a life. It sat in Damian’s palm, a sliver of polished titanium that seemed to pull the nursery’s amber light into its edge. Damian didn’t look like a man whose estate was currently being dismantled by orbital strikes. He looked like a man who had finally solved a tedious riddle. He rotated the needle between his thumb and forefinger, his movements slow, deliberate, and terrifyingly steady. "The lion’s head engraving," he murmured.

“MAKE WAY!” The Skyblade Warriors marched in, their black armor gleaming under the light. The crowd immediately went silent, parting to clear a path down the aisle. But Prince Draven wasn't walking between them. Instead, a warrior stepped forward, holding a massive and terrifying blade. The steel was dark with silver markings. The warrior stopped before the altar, bowing a little to the King before turning to the seer. "The commander has sent his sword to represent him in the binding." the warrior's deep voice echoed through the silent hall.