Blade: Trinity Hannibal King Novels & Stories

“Princess, do you think you can perhaps untie me first.” She smiles at me through tears that are drowning those brown eyes. “You are such an ass. You had me worried there.” “Quick reflexes, princess, I am not just brains and muscles.” With that, the boys come to untie us; I briefly walk over to where King is lying on the floor. Yes, I have the satisfaction that he has met the same fate as Vic Stone, but it is not me that paid the price. Trinity paid the ultimate price. She has taken the life of another, to save my life.

She mustered up all of her strength and stepped ahead of him just the moment she was about to stab the king from behind. This took him off guard and he got baffled all of a sudden but maintained his aloof aura. Trinity had covered her face totally only leaving her eyes unmasked which were enough to drown OHMAN. He was mesmerized with her beauty and made a note in his mind to have her all once this battle is over, because he was so sure that he was going to win it by all means. Cherry on the top was , one more reward got added to his list including Trinity and her alluring beauty.

Even if Tobiro wasn’t able to win, he would still die with Harvey—for sure! Alani bit her lip, thinking that things wouldn’t end up as simple as she thought. Shinsuke squinted at Harvey; he needed to figure out Harvey’s movements, no matter what. After all, he believed that he was the strongest fighter out of everyone here. Under Alani and the others’ excited looks, Tobiro finally appeared in front of Harvey. “Let me explain, Harvey! “My blade is named the Blizzard Hell! When I became famous, the princess of the royal family gave this to me! Anyone should be honored to die by the blade, let alone you!”

He was her great grandfather. Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even i

They still had emotions after all and couldn’t completely ignore a girl looking as hopeless as I was. “Now tell me,” I used their sympathy to my advantage. “Tell me, if he’s really a threat to us simply because he fell in love with me. Blade has been nothing but good to me the whole time and in case most of you do not know, he wasn’t caught. He surrendered himself willingly to the king. He did all of that to protect me and his people. Do you see that? So how can you want a man this good to be killed when he has literally done nothing wrong?”

Cronin's POV It has been many years since anyone has called me by my given name. I had to become Blue Blade to separate myself from the reality of what my life had become, it was the only way I could survive what had to be done. The weapon I carry was a gift from the king before he stole the throne from his own brother. It is imbued with powers I do not understand and bound to me with a dark magic that I find both awe inspiring and terrifying.

“Confirmed by the Reapers. Fire. Frost. Pulse.” “She is mortal,” Elder Sera countered. “That alone makes her unstable.” “She is bonded,” Virell said, silencing them both. “To the tribrid king.” That changed everything. The room fell quiet. Virell stepped forward, placing his hand on the central sigil. The stone flared, revealing a vision—Aria Monroe, standing in the Grove of Memory, her wrist glowing, her aura shimmering with divine resonance. Beside her, the child. Luna.

I take a deep breath as the car drives through the familiar gates, and onto what I now know is the Night Howl packlands. Tristan stiffens a bit in the passenger seat as we go through the gates. I wonder what he is feeling right now. Blake and Bane have always been enemies. I got told stories on the plane by Tristan, Blake, Pete and Elias. They were always in competition with each other, and Blake almost always won. Bane hated him for everything he stood for, and they way people just liked him. I wonder if Tristan is sad or angry that his mate is from this pack, where the Alpha tortured his Luna and hated his Alpha.

The man who felt nothing when the blade fell. Or at least… That’s what everyone believed. Adrian lifted the sword slowly. The crowd quieted. The prisoner screamed. But Adrian’s mind drifted briefly to the memory of that throne room years ago. To the golden eyes of the king who had spared his life. And to the strange feeling he always had when he knew those eyes were watching him. Not fear. Never fear. Something else. Something he had never quite managed to name. The blade rose higher. The crowd held its breath.

I try to sound menacing as I say his name, but no matter how I say it, it comes out as a giggle. “Razor,” the other guy says loudly, and I hear his footsteps running towards me quickly. Propping myself up on another crate, I wait for the other guy to approach me. As he comes into view, I hop off the crate and keep a wide smile on my lips. “I am sorry, but Razor is unavailable at the moment. He’s busy.” I say in my smart-ass voice. The man looks me up and down, but I don’t take my eyes off his hands. “You have got to be kidding me,” the man laughs. “You are the Lycan King’s lead assassin? Aren’t you also his secretary?”