Blades Of Destiny Novels & Stories

Maybe this is indeed destiny that Adrian has started liking her? When Linda saw Adrian walking out with Emily, she also quickly followed her. Despite the fact that Adrian was Edward in his past life, Linda couldn’t overlook the fact that the same person was the king of mischief and Cruelty in this life! There were almost no crime other than theft and Murder that Adrian Ford didn’t commit! Hence Linda was really worried about Emily and wanted to look out for her.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

Leo's POV The dreams were becoming a daily occurrence now, every night, I was plagued by the awareness that there was something out there whose destiny was to kill me. Getting a seer had not helped too as the only thing it had done was to increase my anxiety. Bravery was a fallacy when you didn't know what exactly was coming for you.

Destiny’s POV The air was thick with tension. All eyes were on the intruder who held the silver dagger straight at Rose’s chest. The blade glistened under the setting sun. “Don’t fucking come any closer,” the rogue growled, his snarl sharp as he pulled a whimpering Rose closer to his chest, pressing the silver blade against her covered flesh. Rose’s eyes were filled with horror, and my heart clenched.

he muttered, not daring to share his attention with the cloud separated from us through the windshield. "We have to do something that would destroy it forever," I muttered and Liam groaned in anger. "You are distracting me!" He snapped. I reached into my purse and pulled out the blade again, holding it tightly. Liam finally looked at me, his brows raised in surprise. "That blade…" "It kills demons," I said and he smiled in relief. I unsheathed the blade, waiting for it to sneak in. The drums began to play again, faster and stronger. The louder the drums got, the light-headed we became.

The hall was empty of warriors, with only women, children, and the elderly sitting silently where before they had danced, the garlands hanging from pillars and rafters drooping, the remains of the feast congealing on the platters. It smelled of mead and vomit and fear, and it took all my restraint not to force my way out the doors because this was not where I belonged. I needed a weapon. I needed to defend these people. I needed to fight. Spotting the sword Alpha Orion had gifted me at the wedding ceremony where it leaned against my chair, I reached for it before remembering the dull blade. Then my eyes latched on my father’s sword. Orion’s sword, now, but I didn’t care as I picked it up, ex

A claw might tear flesh, but steel could pierce through armor, and fire-tipped arrows could halt even the fastest beast. Rhydian stood at the forge with a broad silver-edged sword in his hand. “This one is balanced,” he said, testing the weight before handing it to one of Kaelen’s lieutenants. “But sharpen the edge—if it catches against armored hide, it could fail you.”

Hellebore Dagger – twin to the blade, smaller, venom-green edge. 5. Progenitor Heart #1 – ruby, coyote-shaped, beating. 6. Progenitor Heart #2 – amethyst, wolf-shaped, howling. 7. Morua Blood Compass – brass, spinning, pointing nowhere—yet. Ana (reverent): “Dacia’s first seven. The other forty are locked—not by time, but by strength. You must grow first. This is only the beginning.” Celeste (hand on katana): “The blade.” Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

“That doesn’t matter. All you need to do is tell me where to find it.” “It’s not that easy. The Arctic Blade can’t be acquired, it has to be earned,” Merida told us. “It’s said to be one of the most searched for treasures of the world. Not only vampires but all sorts of species go after it, but so far, no one had been able to find it. Some have even died trapped in the ice Caves of Kamatayan, where it lies on a river that flows through the caves. It’s said to be a sacred sword that had been created by the Gods as a gift to the mages. However, when it fell into the wrong hands, killing hundreds of innocent lives, the Gods locked it up in the middle of a river that has been flowing for centuri