Blade Of Northarch Novels & Stories

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

I stepped out onto the bridge of the ridge, a single figure in a blood-red gown and obsidian-veined skin, standing alone against a legion. The High Inquisitor at the head of the army raised his staff, his face pale with disbelief. "Surrender the girl!" he screamed across the valley. "Surrender the abomination!" I raised my star-silver arm, the violet light swirling into a lethal, concentrated sphere at my fingertips. "I am the North," I whispered, the words carrying across the snow as if carried by the mountain wind itself. "And you are trespassing". With a flick of my wrist, the War of the Eclipse officially began with a blast of violet fire that turned the morning sky into a permanent twil

The entire mountain groaned beneath the strain, and the ground trembled so violently that broken pillars collapsed into the abyss surrounding the ancient sanctuary. A crushing force pressed against my chest, making every breath feel heavier than the last. The fragment sleeping inside my blood responded instantly, surging through my veins with blazing silver energy that spread beneath my skin. The mark behind my shoulder burned with such intensity that I instinctively reached toward it, only for the Blade of Ardyn to blaze brighter in my grasp. The weapon hummed with ancient recognition, its silver flames climbing higher until they illuminated the shadows surrounding Kael and me.

I held the pull against the blade's insistence, breathed and let him be right, because he was right, because drawing the blade in sight of the compound was the single most visible thing I could do and visible was still the enemy even when every instinct I had was screaming to move faster. We crossed the compound's outer perimeter. The tree line received us. The moment we were inside it I had the blade in my hand and the pulse running up my arm in the specific frequency that had been sharpening since the chamber at Ironclaw — it was not uncontrolled, not the overwhelming surge that Sera had described, but directed. Awake. The blade, the bloodline and the person carrying both of them operating

But sitting directly on top of a map of the Northern borders was a weapon. It was a long, wickedly sharp hunting dagger. The blade was forged from dark northern steel, and the hilt was crafted from polished, heavy bone. I stared at it. For a long time, I just looked at the reflection of the firelight dancing across the deadly edge of the blade. Slowly, I raised my right hand. The thick white bandages made my fingers clumsy, and the deep purple bruises beneath the cotton throbbed with a sickening rhythm. I reached out and wrapped my hand around the bone hilt.

K A E L O R Nyxara stands between us, the knife still in her hand. The blade hangs at her side, but she hasn’t let it go. Darek is right behind her, close enough that his shadow spills over her shoulder and stretches across the ground at her feet.

The sword had a name: Uthar. A strange name for a sword, he thought. If he survived this long, he's worth taking. It would be too much to ask for a scabbard. Sword in hand he went through the forest. The shades of the dead slowly rose, trying to block his way. His instincts activated, he swung the sword at the shades. A group of them moved a step back. He moved a step forward. The group stood still, they waited. A tall shade appeared from the group, he was their leader. His great sword was ready to strike. Hjolt looked at him with disbelief, his eyes tricked him, and yet again the leader stood in front of him. He looked like yore King Rathar, ruler of the Northern provinces. There was no mis

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.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.