Blade Of Northarch Novels & Stories

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~”

I added, trying to sound reassuring. But that was a lie. A tool. Nyxara is the first blade I’ll pull when the palace barrier cracks open. She is the only one who might slow me…Nyxara, reborn, the warrior everyone whispers about. She will be my opening strike. Her fall will tear the King’s world open. Raul’s right-hand shifted uncomfortably, scanning the room like a man who just noticed the noose.

The world exploded into scent and sound and raw power. When the shift was complete, Blade stood there, massive and panting. But his eyes, when I looked through them, were not the chaotic red-blue of the curse. They were a clear, focused, burning hazel. My hazel. I looked down at the map clenched carefully in his teeth. Then I looked north, towards the distant, jagged line of the Seven Mountains on the horizon. With a powerful thrust of his hind legs, Blade launched forward. Not in a destructive rage, but in a single-minded, world-eating sprint. We were a black arrow shot from a bow, tearing through the forest, driven by one thought, one hope, one deadline.

{Hola} You're going to wish you did,cause you're go to die by my hands, Adrian. I promise. I raise my head weakly as I feel blood caked on my face and neck. I received beatings from Adrian and Ryker whenever they were having a bad day and my body is already used to the torture. I manage to restructure my nose after hearing it crack, I felt so much pain as my wolf was not present to heal me. I'd hate for archer go see me now.

The fifty silver-masked Emissary guards surged through the opened iron gates, their silver-nitrate blades drawn, moving with a silent, terrifying, robotic synchronization. "VANGUARD! TO THE QUEEN!" Varra’s voice thundered from the grand archway behind us. Four hundred Northern warriors poured into the Great Sanctorum like a tide of black iron and howling fur. The collision was instantaneous and brutal. Steel clashed against silver nitrate with a deafening metallic screech that echoed up into the vaulted ceiling. The air filled with the scent of ozone, burning pine, and fresh blood as Northern steel met ancient silver armor.

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.

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.

"Bellmere failed, so they've stopped trying to weaken the north. Now they're trying to end it in one night." A metallic clink echoed from deeper in the vault. "Down!" Valerius spun, sword catching two crossbow bolts out of the air before they'd finished the thought of hitting anyone. Julian pulled Elowen behind a pillar. A third bolt buried itself in the marble exactly where her head had been. Six men stepped out of the dark in iron raven masks — Blackwood's people. Their leader carried a torch and a vial of concentrated catalyst, a long scar running down one side of his face.

"You're impossible." "You love it." "I do." They stood there for a long moment, holding each other in the morning light. Somewhere below, students were beginning to stir. The sound of laughter drifted up from the training grounds. "Have you thought about what comes next?" Rhydian asked quietly. Kael pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze. "The message from the north." "Yeah." Rhydian's expression sobered. "The ancient structure. The runes matching the Twin Blades."

“Find her, Blade. And if anything happens to her on the way…anything at all…don’t bother coming back. Because I meant what I said.” He nodded once. Then he shifted, full and fast, fur rippling out over muscle, and turned north into the broken country. And I stood alone in the cold clearing, blood on my mouth and ash on my hands, and turned south…toward the war, toward the front, toward everything I had to hold together while the only thing I truly wanted ran further out of reach with every breath she took.