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He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

The so-called martial immortal was equivalent to the earthbound immortal of Hacniane's Mystic. "Damn it! Divino style—Heavenly Sun Slash!" Unleashing his full power, Sten slashed Frost Peony away with one strike and turned to attack Chad. "Little brat, die!" Chad, in a frenzy, laughed maniacally as he unleashed unprecedented power. Snap! He caught the swinging Krumoll Sword with his bare hands! "What?!" Sten's pupils contracted in shock, sensing danger, and tried to withdraw his sword but failed. On closer inspection, Chad's hand gripping the Krumoll Sword was covered in dense white petals.

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha

If she's only not ruthless, she will never suffer all these things. Stefano waited for a few seconds because Natalia might have something to say but she didn't speak. So Stefano pulled out the sharp sword and without emotion, it moved quickly, and just for a second Natalia's head was thrown and it rolled on the floor. Its eyes are wide open. Natalia's body suddenly trembled and she fell to the floor. Blood gushed out from its neck that had been severed from deep within its body. It was red and sticky. Stefano was not surprised because the body of the immortal is like that when the head is cut off. The body will not die immediately. After a few seconds of whining, it gradually weakened until

As the sword swung down, Princess Chu screamed in refusal to accept Tian Sen’s death and tried to stop the villain, but he clearly didn’t care—he was already too angry and filled with hatred for Tian Sen. Swish… SLASSSHHHH… “Hehehe, you’re finally… Eh? Why didn’t it cut through?” The criminal was shocked to see that his sword hadn’t reached Tian Sen’s neck; strangely, he saw his sword and hand flying away from him. When he came to his senses again, his hand had been severed by a black sword with a dragon symbol on its hilt. The man’s expression immediately shifted to one of excruciating pain; he even writhed on the ground.

In the infirmary, Alexander lay on the stone bed, his face as pale as paper. Lyla avoided his gaze and spoke solemnly. "The silverbane has eaten away your wolf. It's gone. It'll never return." He had once been the pride of the pack, a ruler who could tear through the night itself. Now, he was only an empty shell, stripped of his spirit. Alexander closed his eyes in pain, but a single figure stubbornly appeared in his mind.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

Either way, I was in deep trouble. The beast stomped closer, its claws digging trenches in the sand with every step. “Think, Callum. Think!” I hissed to myself. Then I saw it—a glint of metal a few feet away, half-buried in the corpse of another monster. A massive sword, easily taller than me, its blade still humming faintly with some kind of energy. I scrambled for it, slipping through the sand. The ground trembled again as the lieutenant roared and charged. I reached the blade, grabbed the hilt with both hands, and pulled.