Blade's Edge Mountains Novels & Stories

Then Agatha made a sudden rapid movement and swept her other hand under the coverlet draped over Elsabet’s knees. There was a great shrieking wail. Bast reared. Recognizing that sound as a healthy newborn. “Thank God.” That’s my daughter. *** Stone Peak, Black Mountains, Battling Border CHAVIAS Past the meadow, over the mountains, beyond Meadowbrook and Grier’s vast expanse, lay the mid land between the Netherlands and Battling Territory. Beyond that span was the dark outline of the ominous Black Mountains. Those mountains reverberated as if they themselves objected. The quaking loosened countless rocks in addition to waking Radix from his slumber.

Pure awe shone on my face, nose flaring and eyes sparkling with the kind of magic my storm-summoning husband rarely uses. We are on Mount Olympus, (probably) the tallest mountain in all of Greece. And Diana’s Edge is situated behind it. We were just shifting our feet when a silver-haired beautiful man stalked towards us. Only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, he bowed to Tyler before giving me a warm smile. “Welcome to Diana’s Edge, where the moon is our sun.”

As soon as he walked out of the passage, everything was bright in front of him. In front of him, more than a dozen towering black mountains appeared. Their heavy auras were clearly visible, like more than a dozen huge ancient heavy swords. The heavy swords had no edge. At first glance, a force of suppression swept over, and there was a wisp of creepy sword Focus, which was released skillfully.

“Sharpened with Elyadrian stone. They can cut through rock, bone, even some low-grade enchantments.” I smiled at her, feeling the steady pulse of awe bloom again. “Kyante’s army won’t be easy to cut down,” Calia said, eyes narrowed at the horizon. “And if our plan fails—and let’s be honest, something always bends—we’ll need those blades.” Just then, she squinted toward the east. “Looks like the men have found a place.” Ahead, I saw them circling down over a sloped ridge covered in tall bluegrass. There was a break in the woods just ahead of the barrier wall—barely visible but humming faintly, like it was breathing.

​The mountain wind howled through the midnight air, whipping Selene’s cloak around her ankles as she stood on the edge of the Silver Fang border cliff. ​Behind them lay the fortress—illuminated by flickering torchlight, its walls guarded by newly vigilant pack warriors. Ahead lay the Obsidian Ridge: a jagged, ink-black mountain range shrouded in rolling fog, where the authority of the High Council ended and the lawless territory of the Forgotten Packs began. ​Kael adjusted the heavy leather strap of his broadsword across his chest, stepping up beside her. His silver-gold eyes scanned the pitch-black horizon before landing on Selene.

I yell when I take notice of a familiar figure walking around the parking area. "Hey!.....Killian? Hey!" I call for him again and this time he finally looks back, the usual blank expression plastered on his face. I jog up to him when he stops walking and stands still. His strong scent hits my nostrils immediately, he smells like cigarettes and I absolutely hate it. I try my best to ignore the irritating scent and look into his eyes. I'm standing closer to him so now I've a clear view of his eyes, of his face. He has beautiful forest green eyes, his blond hair and sharp jawline makes him more of a handsome guy. He has a subtle bear growing on his jaw, it makes him look older than he is. Nonet

Not just the obvious patrols along the road, but small lookout posts etched into the rock, half-concealed by scrub. “During the last conflict with the border raiders,” Edward said conversationally, “we cut off their support line at this point here.” He gestured toward a bend in the road where the drop grew steeper. “They thought they could slip through at night. They did not account for Drakonhelm’s eyes.” He nodded toward a ridge. George followed his gesture, spotting another small outpost, half-hidden. “You had men up there?” George asked. “And women,” Varos said. “Some of our best shots come from the villages in these hills. They were hunting mountain goats before they could walk in a str

This old blade, stained with blood that had fused with the metal, emanated a chilling killing intent, evoking the brutality and bloodshed of the past. Seeing Kiran's interest in the blade, Lilian explained, "This blade is a trophy from the battle at Belleford Mountain, where Sect Leader Axel Yanes defeated the top master of Sunland." Hearing that it was Axel Yanes' trophy, Kiran felt a deep respect. "During that battle, Sect Leader Yanes summoned the dragon spirit of Belleford Mountain to slay his opponent," Lilian added somberly. "This blade has killed many of our people, and despite being here for years, it remains tainted with evil."

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Are you out of your mind? My merciless words slapped Aiden across the face. His face turned red at once. He stood there in disbelief, as if he could not understand how the father who loved him most could say such things. "Enough!" Vanessa suddenly shouted, as if the temper she had held back all day had finally exploded. "Didn't you agree to let us go? Why are you bringing it up now? Our son and I are only worried about you. Why do you have to be so sharp and mean?