Blade Kings Novels & Stories

“That’s right. It’s me.” Blake burst into a peal of laughter. “Do you know my biggest wish, James?” James asked, “What is it?” “To kill you!” Blake roared. He went berserk and charged at James. However, he could not move further than an inch no matter how hard he tried. Only then did James notice that Blake’s limbs were chained. Nevertheless, Blake was relentless. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you! All these years, I’ve dreamt of killing you. Back then, when you captured me, you were still a little-known general. Now, you’re one of the five commanders-in-chief and the Dragon King…”

He pulls away, one hand still holds Blake's neck and the other on his bicep. Blake stairs at him with a blank and confused gaze. None of it making sense to him. "Why do you keep calling me Alarick!? Like I said-" Blake pulls away and turns facing the others, and slowly turns back towards Harou. "My name, is Blake! Alpha of the Primords pack. And I am wasting my time here. I have a war that needs to come to an end. And I must leave now! Before things get worse." He begins to walk away, but Harou

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.

Rihanna asked genuinely lost, "Oh my child, why do you sound so confused and at the same time try to make me sound like a lunatic? child your kingdom is not only of, your pack my dear, your leadership is to all the wolves, no more will our packs live differently divided by color and enmity, it will be a united kingdom being ruled by the bravest Luna and your first quest in doing this is to take over this pack as its rightful owner, you have fought, you have won and now you will rule. This pack has stayed without a leader for so long, it has to end" "no I can't take this, Blake is in a much better position than I am, he should lead"

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.

"And the absolute destruction of Obsidian Ridge." Caelum stepped directly in front of Lyra, his broad shoulders shielding her completely as his eyes flared with an insane, silver-gold fury. He extended his hands, and despite the dampening field, two massive shadow-blades coalesced in his palms, burning with the raw, stubborn fire of an Apex King who refused to bow. "Touch my mate, brother," Caelum roared, his gravelly voice shaking the very foundations of the mountain, "and I will tear your soul out of that hollow armor!"

Kaelani glanced down at her palm, the cut sealing before her eyes. Garrick stepped forward. Slowly, intentionally, he lowered himself to one knee before her and placed his hand over his heart. “I, Garrick Blake, pledge my allegiance to Kaelani Blake of Silveredge. As Alpha. In loyalty. In service. In blood and bond.” A murmur moved through the courtyard. “I accept your pledge,” she said, stepping forward. “The banishment imposed upon you is lifted. You stand restored to Silveredge—bound to this pack beneath my authority.”

He smiled, and I walked over to Slasher. I kicked him in the butt, and he turned around pissed. I smiled, and he lightened up before throwing his arm on my shoulders. "Took you long enough to get down here." I hit his arm playfully. "Hey, you're the one that sucks at giving directions." He just ruffed up my hair and turned back to the guys. "You all remember Cobra right? Cobra, this is Hash, Flame, Blade, and Twist." I held back laughter at their names. I mean, mine isn't much better but still.

Blake says seriously. What?!

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.