Blade Of Northarch Novels & Stories

When he finished speaking, Kirou looked at Bladesmith with a raised eyebrow. It was only now that Bladesmith realized why the armor on Kirou seemed so strong. It was made from the overlord of the northern swampland along with the elites of many races in there as secondary materials. Nodding his head, Bladesmith opened his mouth, "Since you got bones, you can leave 'em with me and I'll make you some claws and other weapons out of them if you have no plans on using them yourself."

The woods to the north—our blind spot—shook with rebel footsteps and the sharp whistle of wind-magic slicing bark and tents. And me? Still soaked from the river. Still warm from that kiss and that orgasm. Still dangerously charged with too many emotions and way too much lightning. I spun toward the chaos, robe half-draped, curls sticking to my cheek, eyes glowing. Alaric had already grabbed his blade. Naked no more—he’d slipped on only his trousers, but not a shirt, of course. Because apparently, battle-hardened generals didn’t believe in upper-body coverage. “Stay close,” he ordered, low and lethal.

As Alpha increased his magical powers, Ned felt as if his heart was being crushed, rolling around on the ground in agony. Seeing his torment, Alpha demanded again, "Can you kill or not?" "I... I... can't!" Ned moaned, unable to speak coherently through the pain. Unimpressed with Ned's stubbornness, Alpha summoned the Eclipse Spear - a weapon forged by moonlight, capable of piercing enemy armor and defenses. With a swipe, he impaled Ned through the chest.

He leaned closer and the blade tighter that it nearly reached my breath, “There is none left devoted to Abberant. Nothing left.” Making a rapid stroke, I clutched my hands onto this guy’s shoulder and flip him over me. He crashed onto the stack of armors but the blades didn’t spare me, leaving a long wound on my neck. As well as it is, five more cadets emerged from the shadows, and all of them were armed with sharp swords. And the aim is me. Damn! This is out of my expectation. They’re all under Vander’s command, they’re all traitors surrounding the entire camp!

She twisted his arm back toward his own chest, her fingers digging into the pressure points until his grip faltered. "The North," Madison hissed, her face inches from his, "belongs to me." She shoved. The humming blue blade didn't hit her. It drove straight through the soft tissue under Marcus’s chin, erupting out the back of his neck in a spray of steam and blackening blood. Marcus didn't even have time to scream. The liquid silver did its job. It turned his throat to ash from the inside out. He collapsed, his eyes wide and vacant, the glowing daggers flickering out as he hit the dirt.

I roared, throwing my weight into a massive overhead strike. ​Our blades met with a shockwave that sent the nearby ash spiraling into the sky. I felt the vibration in my teeth, the raw power of the East clashing against the ancient dark of the North. For a moment, we were locked together, face to face, her emerald eyes inches from mine.

"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.

The black blood she had spilled on the altar didn’t splatter; it froze in mid-air, suspended like jagged shards of midnight. In the center of the Altar, Lucas was no longer a man. He was a pillar of agonizing, blinding silver radiance. His back arched at an impossible angle, his mouth open in a silent scream that tore the air. Audrey watched in horror as the silver filigree on his skin—the scars of his lineage—began to liquefy and move. It crawled across his face like molten mercury, sealing his eyes and tracing the lines of a crown across his brow. "I AM THE NORTH," a voice boomed, but it didn't come from Lucas's throat. It came from the vibration of the mountain itself. "I AM THE ORDER. I

Though it was more likely that Sei was trying to get back at them by using Rojean and he just thinks it was fucking absurd to have someone who had nothing to do with them get involved. That was it. He didn’t like getting innocent people involved. His counselling did him a good job on getting a little bit of his humanity back because he really didn’t care before if anyone did cross paths with them. Perhaps… it was something else he just wasn’t aware of? “Yeah,” Nicholas nodded his head to break the silence. “It would be a little obvious to act too hasty and early. We go at the perfect time. Where we don’t get blamed.” “Hm,” James nodded his head. “We shouldn’t hesitate if we find out they’re

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”