Romans & histoires Blade Kings

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

They were outside the Packhouse. My eyes sharpened when I saw him—Kaelith Bloodraven. Even under the dim, crimson wash of the moon, he stood out with unsettling clarity. The darkness didn’t obscure him; it framed him. His tall frame was steady and grounded, every inch of him exuding a quiet, suffocating authority that made the space around him feel smaller. He wielded the sword as if it were nothing more than a wooden stick, yet the air told a different story. Each swing cut through the silence with a low, sharp hum, precise and controlled, no wasted motion, no hesitation. It wasn’t practice. It was refinement.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Mikhail patted his back and got up. "If she is not scared then you are doomed!" "Fear is not the only weakness, Mikhail!" Rafael stated while focusing on his punches. "Everyone has a weakness! If you want to rule that person then find it out and strike it... You'll win!" "Words from the king himself" Mikhail looked at Damon. "Find her weakness!"

Winston’, why, oh why? “I heard that the Nicoli matriarch is finally gifting the ‘Heritage of the Bloom’ to her trusted descendant!” one of the stylist’s assistant chimed in. “For sure, they would gift it to Ma’am Lorica. She is the only one left unmarried in their family.” “But, doesn’t rumors say that it is actually meant to be ft to Ariadne Mendoza, since she is the most beloved wife of the eldest son of their clan?” the continue to banter louder. “But, isn’t she nothing but a scandalous wench who prances on rich bachelors?” This overbearing chisme from these low-life gossipmongers.

The Blood Stone pack is famous for being ruthless with rogues, every packs treats them with respect, if they knew that the Alpha is walking around the city without his beta or his warriors, rumours can be spread around which will give him a bad reputation, he must take his beta or his third in the command to walk to the city freely. He gets in his car and drives off with loud roar, the warriors who were training cheered for him, he's absolutely treated like a king here in his pack, like a hero. He arrived at the destination, he cringed in disgust at the moment, the house was full of hormonal teenagers, they were having sex with clothes on without any privacy. "Damn." Zach said beside Blaze.

There are three types of Knights in the association: (1) the High Knights who were the ones closest to the royal family of the Laera Kingdom; (2) the warriors, the Knights who received missions from the High Knights through the Head of the Knights Association, and; (3) the mentors, who mold the Knights for three years into strong, capable warriors. Major Dylan watched horrified as his students charged at the water clone. Leon created dozens of his own which dog piled the Aidan water clone. Sophia, Zain, and the real Leon ran around the wiggling mass of magic clones and shot towards the real Aidan holding him captive.

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

He winked at her, and she blushed at his meaning. “I agree,” she said. Nick and Adam stood with her, They would prepare her for her tough training to come. “One more thing,” Drago continued. “Until you heal completely, I intend to treat you like a princess. I will show you around the Keys, and we will do anything you want, as long as you let me take you to dinner and treat you like a lady. I will buy you things, and you will let me, no arguments, But when your training starts, I will show you no mercy.”