Blade's Edge Mountains Novels & Stories

"Fall back! Fall back to the trees!" I stood on the snowy ledge, my broadsword held high, my chest heaving as the battle erupted all around the mountain pass. High above the roaring storm, I locked eyes with Gryfyn as he began tearing up the steep granite path toward me, his face wild, possessive, and glowing with an absolute, terrifying rage.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast. On both weapons were small holes. These holes were located on the handles and the blades of the weapons. Reaper’s Edge had five small holes in its handle, whereas Canyon’s Mouth had nine. However, Reaper’s Edge had ten slots in its blade whereas Canyon’s Mouth had only 6. These holes were the slots for the Energy Stones. They were evenly dispersed based on the size of the weapons. Canyon’s Mouth had a long handle, and that was why it had that many slots in its handle. The same applied to Reaper’s Edge’s blade.

The edge was polished to a mirror shine, but was stained a deep, dark red. He looked at his reflection in the blade before he sheathed it and slung it on his belt. Then he turned towards the windows behind him and watched over the city below.

“Is that it?” “Yes,” I whispered. The closer we got, the more the blue haze faded into detail. Forest climbed halfway up the slope, lush and green. Pines, Cedars and thick brush. I pulled into a rough gravel area at the foot of the mountain and parked under the scorching sun. The engine clicked as it cooled. Pelin reached forward and turned off the music. “Okay,” she said, voice steadier now. “No more distractions.” I took a deep breath. Then another.

The five of them hiked through the trees and straight as they could across the ridgeline. The last of the morning fog had lifted by the time they stepped back out of the trees and the great hills of the south became visible. They called them the Dividing Mountains; an enormous, rugged mountain range that stretched east to west for many miles, separating the northern territories of Ravenna from the south. It was not often that Lyda and Adea came this far south to get a good view of the mountains, at least not on their own, and Adea was soaking it all in.

The entire group was gathered by the back mountain in 10 minutes. The Back Mountain was a relatively dangerous area in Silver Blade Pack. It shared boarders with the rogues at the north end and inhabited many dangerous species in the woods. Only the strongest werewolves dared to hunt in this area. Aurora finished the prep work and was standing at the start-up point with Kaelan and Rivena. “Gamma Aurora, I promise I won’t let you down,” Kaelan said excitedly while rolling his wrists. “If there is any danger, just hide behind my back.”

Spruceleaf and Birdpaw kept close together as Blizzardwind and Reedriver exchanged a few words. The rich scent of the mountains were overwhelming for Flamestrike. He tried to ignore the fact that everything was all muddled together. The terrain was very different from anything he had ever seen. Jagged rocks and boulders surrounded the area. Tough grass grew under his paws as he tried to keep up with the group. Flamestrike was suddenly aware of the fact that they were very vulnerable under all this short undergrowth. His ears pricked forward for any sounds of a hawk approaching the area. If one decided to attack now, they were all in trouble.

The mountain had erupted back in the eighties, and all surrounding areas were evacuated, and no one would be around for his fight. Blake stood in the crater, waiting for the clouds to build above him. Soon the sound of thunder arrived, and a bolt of lightning struck the outer edge of the mountain crater, causing boulders and dirt to fly into the air. “YOU WILL PERISH BY MY HAND!” The booming voice bellowed out. “Sir, what have I done to have offended someone as mighty as yourself?” Blake asked, looking directly into the sky. He wasn’t one to back out of a fight, but the latter was too powerful.

A low growl started deep in his chest—a sound that vibrated through the metal bench and into my own bones. "Dust," Viggo rumbled. "Sulfur. And... fear. Old fear. Waiting fear." "Range?" "Close. The canyon ahead." I leaned forward to peer through the reinforced slit of the viewport. Outside, the world was a blur of red dust and grey rock. We were entering the Razor’s Edge. A narrow pass flanked by towering cliffs of unstable sandstone. It was the perfect kill zone. "Check weapons," Barzil ordered. The sound of charging gauntlets and safety catches clicking off filled the small space. Click-clack. I reached for the combat knife at my belt. My hand shook slightly.