Blade Of Athena Novels & Stories

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

"Athena was scared and speechless as she watches Luka's blade directly on her neck. Ardolf's heart pounded with a ferocity that mirrored the raging storm outside. His eyes were locked onto the sight before him—Luka, a figure from his past, now held Athena captive, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he brandished a glinting blade against her delicate throat. Ardolf's mind whirled back through the chapters of his life, the memories of his moments with Athena etched in vivid detail. He remembered their first meeting, the way her laughter had cut through his darkness like a ray of sunshine. She had been his guiding light, standing steadfast by his side as he fought to regain his rightful posit

He had stripped off his ruined, blood-soaked hoodie, leaving him in just a tight black undershirt. Standing directly between his spread knees, Athena uncapped a brown bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Her hands were still trembling slightly. "You're sure he didn't grab you?" Jeremiah asked again, his voice dropping into a low, rough whisper. "Jeremiah, stop asking me that," Athena breathed, soaking a cotton pad with the chemical. "I'm fine. You're the one who just took a hunting knife for us." "I couldn't just let him hurt you." "I know," Athena whispered, her throat tightening painfully. "This is going to sting. Hold still."

She pushed Ina, which made her fall to the floor. Ina was stunned. She couldn’t believe that Athena would push her instead of begging for her life. While Ina was on the floor, Athena turned around and acted like she was fixing the bed because she knew that once Ina comes back to her senses, Ina will attack her, so she took the pocket knife under the pillow. ‘Hang in there, my baby. I will do my best to protect you.’ “You, Bitch! I will kill you!” Ina yelled as she stood up and was about to attack her. But Athena’s reflexes were faster. She turned around and slashed Ina’s face, which had her writhing in pain.

The attack sent Athena stumbling back, her vision blurring. “Mate! Get up. You can do this.” Athena struggled to her feet, her paws firm on the forest ground. Lysander and Jasper shielded her, their bodies absorbing the brunt of the blast. Athena's heart swelled with gratitude; her pack stood strong, united against the darkness. With renewed determination, Athena launched herself forward. Her wolf form merged with her Lunar Guardian powers, unleashing a blast of pure energy. "Let's finish this," she growled, her voice echoing through the forest.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

A dull ache resonated through my chest, leaving a strange empty feeling behind as I accepted Eli’s hand, and allowed him to pull me through the circle. I still couldn’t feel Athena, but I no longer felt blocked from my magic. Scanning Elbrus, I noticed a slim blade at his hip, about eight inches long, and another in the top of his boot. He was dressed in fighting leathers, pants and a vest that laced up in the front, and boots that came up to his knees. Padding after him in my bare feet, I tested my magic, willing the knife in his boot to lift slightly from its sheath.