Blade Of Northarch Novels & Stories

He opened it carefully, and pulled out something wrapped in dark cloth. When he unwrapped it, I saw a blade. It was long and curved, wickedly sharp, with symbols etched along its length. It was the same blade from my vision. "This is the ceremonial blade that killed her," Alaric said, holding it up to catch the firelight. The metal gleamed with a reddish tint. "It's been passed down through my family for generations." I couldn't look away from it. That blade had killed the woman in the mirror, had pierced her heart while multiple alphas held her down.

One of my youngest knights, Nicholas, who I only saw a few minutes ago stabbing the life out of a Northern Whisper was now laying motionless upon the snowy ground; his chest cavity still bleeding out, intestines ripped violently from their home and pulled through his ripped dark skin, and it had happened so soon ago that a small cloud of body heat still rose from the deadly wound. And to think his name means conqueror… To his left, a woman who was one of my best spies and had the best baking skills of almost anyone I had ever met, laid on her front, the gouge in her back; the Northern Whisper had got what it wanted. A piercing cry pulled me back to reality and before I could even register wh

I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding. But if he was not here for that, what did he come here for? “I want you to get a blade for me” he continued, overlooking the balcony and the stables below from a distance with his eyes. When I still remained silent, he carried on “the vendor must not know you’re from the castle or have any connections with us. All you’re permitted to say is that you need an enchanted blade for protection. There’s a chance he would bring out the specific blade I seek with the rest of his collection. You would purchase the blade and return to the castle. If the blade is not among the pile he displays to you, press further and if he does not give in, purchase

"It was ripped from the heart of a dying star in the Void Lands. It was meant to be a prison for the immortal things that could not be killed." "Darius was mortal," Ashren countered. "He was," the Archivist agreed. "But the well of necrotic magic inside him was not. When you pierced him, the blade didn't just drink his life; it drank his soul and the soul of the magic he commanded." The old man pulled his hands back, clutching his own robes. "The blade is a hierarchy, Elara. It is filled with the souls of ancient warlords, demons, and corrupted kings. They are all trapped inside, sleeping in the freezing dark."

The last thing he saw was Khaleana screaming and blood—lots of blood. **Chief Gharcha Sharp Fang** Anarungu opened his eyes. The hut was warm, and he noticed a figure sitting across from him. It was a skeleton, the remains of a person. It wore strange white things, solid and shimmering like water in the light. A cloak draped over the shoulders, made of a material Anarungu had never seen before. In the skeleton's hand, a dagger was locked in a death grip. The skeleton's hand clutched a huge dagger, its blade as long as an arm. The dagger was white and smooth, resembling water but incredibly straight and razor-sharp. What kind of white stone was it made from? The base of the blade splits in tw

"Now!" Noah appeared on the upper level, the royal blade in his hands. He threw it with perfect accuracy. The blade flew through the air, spinning end over end, heading straight for Victor's heart. Victor's hand shot out and caught it inches from impact. "Did you really think I wouldn't anticipate that?" He turned the blade over, admiring it. "A royal blade. How fitting. I'll use this to complete the ritual." He raised the blade high, moonlight glinting off silver, and brought it down toward Yuna's chest.

I snap, and my own voice sounds unfamiliar to me, stripped down to something rawer than the composed calm I've spent years perfecting. I don't have a choice left. Kael's wolves are somewhere behind me still fighting, and even through the chaos I can hear it thinning, my guards falling faster than they're holding, and Nyra's chains are straining against a suppression symbol that's flickering weaker with every tremor rolling through this chamber. Three days of careful work, unraveling in front of me because one stubborn alpha refused to stay dead. I reach into my robes and draw the blade meant for exactly this, small, curved, etched with symbols I learned from texts the Council burned decades

Without warning, something heavy knocks into me, tackling me to the ground. Judging by the scent, it's Archeron's pack alpha. His teeth snap at me, trying to get in a good bite while I wiggle under him. Too bad I can't remember his name, or else I'd be challenging him to a real fight without the rest of the chaos around me. A fight between alphas, or rather, a duel. I doubt he'd play honorably though. Truth be told, neither would I. Kicking him off me while simultaneously digging my nails straight through his chest, I'm satisfied when he lets out a yelp and the smell fills my nose. My nails are sticky from the blood and fur mixing together, making it a bit hard to roll over and get up onto m

“Remember it is a skill that improves with practice and mastery. The art of mastery is to practice until your best reflection of your perfection is achieved.” Shaking out of his trance, Dante growled at the memory. He was torturing himself with it, but he stilled remembering the feel of her body pressed against his. The memory also reminded him why he was currently purchasing all these items - a sword, three throwing daggers and arrows, bracers to help with archery and projecting a shield of energy, and a scabbard with a halter. The sword, daggers, and arrows were adorned with sapphires from the Sapphire River.

At the top of the staircase floated a single object. A crystal sword. Its blade was half silver. Half gold. Nyros stared at it in awe. "The Blade of Dawn..." Asterion whispered, "It has returned." The Heart spoke one final time. "Take the Blade..." "...and decide the fate of the First Guardian.”