Bladefall Poe Novels & Stories

A single swing of her sword cuts a mountain without a sweat. Pride started to walk towards Thea. A sword started to make a form the shadows on his palm. "A worthy opponent. Finally," He mumbled and then charged. They kept soaring into the sky while exchanging blows. Well, the higher they go the better. The loser shall fall from above. Pride averted his eyes for a second when he caught a glance of a plane. A small black hole appeared on his palm and immediately threw it towards the plane which immediately disappeared from their side.

"Back off! Everyone from the Yeagers, listen up! I came alone because I have something important to say. If you don't hear me out, disaster is going to fall right on your heads!" Adam snorted. "Let's cut your damn head off first. Matthew, stand down. I'll handle this myself." Andrew sneered. "First of all, don't flatter yourself! You think you can handle me? And second, ever heard of something called Frostblossom? Because I'm telling you, this poison is coming your way fast… And soon, you'll be seeing stars and saints all at once." Adam, who had raised his palms to strike, slowly lowered them, clearly shaken. "Frostblossom? The deadly poison from Eastonia? Andrew, what are you saying?"

Bind your targets: 0/100 Hunt your targets and defeat them as follows: Dismemberment- 0/100 Decapitation- 0/100 Splitting in Two- 0/100 Freestyle- 0/300 (Same as before, no more than 10 targets of the same name will count to this score) *Defeat Weapon Master Bladesmith's Clone: 0/1 (Combat will take place deep within the . The clone will be at level 25 and will only use its claws. Escape condition is to make it through the are and get to the door where Bladesmith will be standing in one piece)

My brother argued. "Celine." The realisation snapped in my mind. My mate. Was she. Was she the princess? My father nodded, I knew my mother would have told him about my mate. "Son, I need you to get her to open up. No one is allowed to know about this. Find out what you can and we will try to locate the girls missing father." My father was the Alpha, he could use his aura to force the other packmembers into secrecy but he wouldn't use it on his kids.

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

“Who are you?” Dragging all of my attention. The atmosphere surrounding me starts to change that the day became night and the light gradually crumbles into clouds of dust. Beaming in an ocean blue celestial body, the crepuscular ambient ignited making all the things visible. The lilac canopy on the tall trees, the floating sparkling specks of dust-like particles around, and down to where my feet land is a frozen river so clear and lucent. “You are the blade, Adira. Find your way back to him, back to where it all started.”

Soon, we would be surrounded by them. We were already outnumbered. Some of the Golden shifters were fighting two dark shifters at a time. Their bodies were so entwined that it was difficult to decipher who was leading. But, then I noticed… the brightness of their energy forms was fading. If I didn’t do something immediately, they would be reduced to nothing… On the top of that the Praishe... I gagged as the putrid stench emanating form the praishe assaulted me... I looked around frantically for something that could help me. Unfortunately, there was nothing. All I could see were the Dark shifters, Golden Shifters and the Praishe...

My mouth went dry. Kael turned to me, realization dawning. “It’s you, isn’t it? Not your magic. You.” The Mythworn lowered its head. And from its shadow— A blade emerged. Carved from starlight and stone. “This is the Moonfang,” it said. “The weapon that can sever fate itself. Use it wisely—or watch your world fall.” I reached out and took it. The blade hummed, weightless and heavy all at once. Then the Mythworn began to vanish, dissolving into wind and ash, its final words echoing like a warning:

I didn’t ask for it. When he finished, I leaned back against the ridge and said, “What’s your name?” “Rylan.” “Your full name.” I demanded. “Rylan Stormblade.” I blinked, iknew that name. Stormblade was a bloodline that vanished two decades ago—after a rogue Luna poisoned an entire council during a mate-claim trial. “You’re supposed to be dead.” He smirked. “So are you.” We sat in silence for a long moment. Then he said, “They weren’t just trying to destroy your bond. They were using you as a vessel.”

He would reload. The sequence was as snappy as his days in the old academy. “Latch forward, slide down, clip enter, slide down, latch pull.” The old mantra recited itself in his thoughts. Three seconds had passed, and his blast staeve was now ready. He battled the vines’ grip as he faced the barrel towards the Druid’s face and fired. The impact shatters the face plate, revealing a sliver of the Birchman’s pale countenance. Likaya finds her strength, thrusting her blade onto the waist again as Froster empties his blast staeve’s clip. The Druid howls, and chokes on its blood. The vines whither from the shield, releasing the staeve from its grip. The green glow that permeated the eyes of the Dr