Blade Sword Marvel Novels & Stories

During a battle with a rival pack, my Alpha mate, Damien, burst into my private healing sanctuary. He was carrying Lyra, a Beta warrior who had supposedly taken a poisoned blade for him. The next day, under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, Damien was forced by the pack elders to apologize. He explained that bringing an outsider into my sanctuary was a desperate act in a moment of crisis. After all, Lyra had saved his life. But that night, in the bed we once shared, Lyra stabbed herself with a dagger laced with wolfsbane and framed me for the attack. He chose to believe her. The rejection ceremony ripped my wolf from my soul. I was cast out—a powerless exile, left for dead in a storm, to be torn to shreds by rogues. But what Damien never knew was that the ancient curse afflicting him could only be healed by me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning: the moment Damien carried that woman in, demanding I save her.

He was once a simple boy, drifting aimlessly along with the flow of the world. But one day, he awakened to find himself being different from his usual self, finding himself now hosting the body of a newborn. He had been reincarnated, that too as the sole prince and heir of the human empire. Now living in a world of sword and magic, filled with fantastical beasts, demi-humans, divine beasts, Goddesses and so much more. Life finally seemed to take a turn for the better for the reincarnated boy. However, as always, reality had its cruel ways of disappointing him. His parents died shortly after his birth in a war to save humanity, subjecting him to the life of an orphan. All the people vying for the throne turned against him, looking for any and all opportunities to kill him, the last living heir to the throne. Fortunately, he had his aunt, his last living family, who helped protect him by becoming the acting queen but this came with the price of being holed up in his palace till his ‘awakening’ which would enable him to defend himself and survive in this cruel world…

York Langston locked me up for six months. Word on the street was he dropped over 100 million to buy me my own private island. Security here? Tight enough to rival the White House. Even a bird that flew past the area would get shot down on sight. But what nobody knew… All that luxury people envied? To me, it was just a gilded cage. It wasn't until he found a woman who looked almost like me that his interest began to fade. One day, she stormed the island with a gang at her back while he was away. She slashed my tendons and carved up my face with a blade before locking me inside a cage with a rabid dog. I was barely breathing by the time York finally found me. "York, this woman thought she could fool you by imitating me? She must be a spy! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!"

As my blade pierces the base of his neck, the silver sizzles against his skin. His cold blue eyes open wide. The grim reality of his situation sets in. He gulps hard and shakes his head in fear. "I repent." He squeaks like the coward he is. "Forgive my crimes. Let me face the Council." "You'll find no mercy here, Sin." Blood gushes down his bare chest freely. "You will be judged by the Goddess." His expression quickly changes to one of anger, exposing his ruse. "I see you in the Palace of the Goddess, I will kill you again." I growl. "And if she casts me out, I will meet you on the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman come to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time." "I underestimated you." He chokes. "Everyone does." I whisper as I lay my full weight against the pommel.

She is his death… He is her salvation. He was born to love her… She was born to kill him. She is his fated mate and also his fated calamity. Born on the full moon, Izzy was marked as a curse. Her family was eradicated, but the moon goddess forbids her death. The shed of her blood on the Lydrian Marsh pack was foretold to bring disaster, but torturing her will cause no harm and no amount of torture can end her life, since only the Alpha’s sword and will can be her death. Being an Omega, and the worthless of all Omega that ever exists, she lives in despair and always hopes a day will come when fate will favour her. But as time passes, she accepts her ill fate and gives up on hoping for a better future, but when she is about to kill herself, her mate shows up and it is no one but the ruthless crown prince of Lydrian Marsh pack, the fearless Dixon, who wants to protect her. What will happen when the past strikes the present, and he finds out his mate is also his fated calamity? Will he still protect her?

Jasmine became a human-robot dead to emotions, the night her parents were murdered in cold blood right in front of her. She was a killer, the type that tempts a man with her body, entices him with her siren-like voice, and then drives a blade into his chest sending him to his Creator. When her uncle and the only family she had is killed by the Governor she sought out to get him in the only way she knows how to, but her plan falls through as she discovered he wasn't in the least interested in her body. In between being his assistant, sharing a floor with him, and wondering why he had such a cold blank look that made her shiver, he slowly was beginning to work his way into a piece of her anatomy she could swear she had tossed into a dumpster - Her heart. Now Jasmine must choose between revenging her uncle's death or try figuring out if there was more to the hardcore desire she felt for a man she was supposed to hate with her being.

Lord Xander was the ruler of the popular Xander community. He was fierce, cold evil and heartless - so many people believed. He was one of the most skillful in sword fights and Xander could fight a hundred men alone and come out victorious - that was just how powerful he was. If Xander wasn't in a battle field, he was in the training ground. If Xander wasn't killing someone, he was definitely watching a person get punished. That was his daily routine. That was the only pleasure he enjoyed. People feared and respected him so much. They worshipped the ground he stepped on. Even when he was wrong, nobody dared to correct him or say a word to him. Though, he wasn't a King but just a Master of a community, people felt he was more powerful than 10 Kings put together. He's been married to two ladies previously, but they all ended up dead - due to Unknown reasons. The community needed an heir and so, Xander had to get married to another wife - a third wife. And unfortunately, it turned out to be a stubborn princess who swore to do everything in her power to make sure he divorces her.

ousey McMahon was a 19 years old girl who was a princess in the Dark Moon Pack. Her father was an Alpha while her mother was Luna. They were both controlling and ruling the Dangerous Pack. Rousey was not only gifted with Werewolf Powers, she has some strange powers which even her father could not comprehend. It was strange and weird but trust me, it was very dangerous. She was brave, smart and fearless but she was very arrogant. Yes, very arrogant, bossy and over possessive. She feels like she's a GOD and that everyone will have to obey her. She treates people more like a slave and even after several cautions from her father, she still proves adamant not to change. When you hear fight, arrow and sword, just know that they're referring to Rousey. She goes hunting almost every night and will always come out successful. Everything was going fine until Logan came into the picture.. Logan found out that Rousey is her mate and Rousey refused to believe it. What do you think will happen next? Note; It contains sexual scenes and nudity. Readers Discretion.

She had taken away his best friend, and he was determined to make her pay dearly for her regrettable mistake. A ruthless mobster is willing to make a girl suffer firsthand for daring to kill his best friend, even if it was in self-defense. He will show no mercy, and simply repaying her in kind won't suffice; he knows death would be too easy for her, which is why he kidnaps her, subjecting her to a true living hell. Elisa is an exotic dancer who uses her body to attract the attention of men who pay well, money that she uses to pay for her university studies. A virgin and naive girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Eliminating every friend or acquaintance around her wouldn't be enough. His hatred is lethal and his resentment imminent. An enchanting and unknown weakness for the mafia, and a beautiful misfortune for the sweet innocent. She only wanted easy and quick money to pay for university, and now she must pay a blood debt for defending her honor. How long will that justice with a taste of revenge last? And what if that justice turns out to be a double-edged sword?

was sixteen years old when he was first killed; when he stood on Matthew's chest, his best friend, blood spurted from all over their bodies so that it was an exhausting and even battle between them until Matthew at last gave way to victory. Jaden breathed out, feeling the fires of hell all around him. His palm shook over the sheath of his sword, recalling that nightmare that steals sleep from his eyes: the moment he was kneeling on Matthew's chest, raising his rusty dagger, reluctant to take his soul, his eyeballs shaking turbulently and his chest rising and falling at an exhausting pace, and Matthew grabbed his trembling palm and led him towards his chest containing the dagger. Empty not to retreat, not to coerce and relieve him from his hell, but to kill him and prove to everyone that he will no longer be the prey. On that day, everyone around him was waiting, waiting for him to retreat in order to pounce on them, the mighty king's monsters, who made a vow to himself to turn his life into hell from the moment he was born and did the most heinous things.