Blade Kings Mga Nobela at Kwento

Drake agreed. They both shook their hands. Everyone sighed with relief. "I am Drake Hamilton, the king of the winter Realm" Drake introduced himself. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hamilton. I am Blaze Black, the king of the dark realm. And you already met my brother" Blaze pointed towards Brandon who bowed in front of Drake, sensing the power the orange Dragon possesses. "Yes, I already met him. Nice meeting you Brandon" Drake said politely. "It's a pleasure your highness" Brandon replied.

“Besides, when you saved His Grace, you had saved us as well. You don’t know this but we owe you a lot more than you think, princess.” “Still, this is not fair for you. I haven’t even beaten you yet, Sir.” The knights laughed. Onyx’s eyes were dancing with amusement when he said, “You are really still thinking about that?” “Of course, Sir.” Before he could answer, Blade stepped out of the door. He was wearing the same uniform as his knights. My eyes widened. “You are coming with me too, your grace?” “Lead us, warrior,” he said instead. “And we will follow.”

he said wryly. "And do you think going with a giant dragon is stealthy?" asked the commander, arching his eyebrows. "Vhrax can be very quiet," replied the knight, pulling his sword out of its sheath. His blade was long and much more like the swords he was used to Mihdel. "On guard Barclay," he said, approaching the warrior. "What? Will you give me not even a moment's pause?" Blake pointed to the sword on the ground. "Damn slaver!" he exclaimed, muttering as he went to pick up his blade.

They wanted to use her. And I’d die before I let that happen. The silence pressed down, broken only by the hiss of engines cooling and men catching breath. The Kings stood scattered, bloodied but upright, circling us with their loyalty etched in every scar. The Outriders, though—they were statues, an army carved from stone. Blade whispered under his breath, just for me. “They’re too calm. That’s not normal. You feel that?” “Yeah,” I muttered, not taking my eyes off the leader. “It’s like they’re waiting for something. Or someone.”

Witnessing Kloudius' actions, Blake instantly threw the golden halberd he held in his hand. The giant halberd sliced through the air at an incredible speed, shattering large portions of the void. It carried a terrifying momentum as it slammed fiercely towards Kloudius. "You're asking for death!" Kloudius, infuriated to see Blake daring to intercept him at that critical moment, glared at him with intense anger. He then formed hand seals, and pressed his palms against the void. A horrifying claw imprint materialized, and it gripped the giant halberd. Following that, Kloudius angrily flung the halberd back at Blake, and it swiftly hurtled towards the latter with a terrifying force.

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

Blake steps forward, voice iron-hard. “If she says no,” he says, “then it’s no.” Adrian’s stare locks onto him—dark, burning, possessive. The air turns suffocating. One of Adrian’s guards shifts, hand moving instinctively toward his weapon. Blake speaks before anyone else can. “I have immunity granted by the late king,” he says, voice steady but edged with warning. “No one touches me.” His eyes stay locked on Adrian. “If you want to fight, we take it to the ring. Man to man. That’s fair.”

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

Hunters were such a pain especially when they were in a group of more than three. Anna had two daggers that Raphael gave her as a promise to always protect her. Now it was to protect the very family that was in exile. Erik had given Abbey a double edge axe as she loved to swing stuff around. She had learned very quickly on how to use it. Byron had thought to give Kaitlyn a short sword as her arms were smaller and she could swipe faster at it. Belle held the black obsidian spear Zephyr gave to her a few days before she had been exiled. It could retract and fold out when necessary.

They hit the ground in a swirl of black smoke and snarls. The twins pressed back-to-back, blades flashing in the red light. They swung wildly, covering each other, but I saw the tremor in their knees. I forced myself to step closer to Uncle Eren, lifting my scimitar even though my arms felt too heavy. “Let’s do this,” I whispered. He gave me a brief nod. “Sure, let’s go.” The hellblades pulsed brighter, casting red light across the black skin of the Marids. The sight made bile rise in my throat.