Blades Of Destiny Novels & Stories

Where the threads of destiny become unbreakable chains. Alpha Elric, the venerable elder who had watched over every Luna ceremony for the past three decades, his face a map of ancient wisdom, stepped forward. In his gnarled hand, he held the ceremonial blade—an obsidian dagger, wickedly sharp, its hilt wrapped in intricate silver ivy, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Its dark surface seemed to absorb the moonlight, a silent, potent tool of destiny.

Countless streams of blood began flowing toward the blade, merging together at an increasing speed. Within just a few breaths, a vast sea of blood churned above Gideon's head. This sight struck terror into all who watched. What Gideon was about to unleash was the blade technique called the Blood Moon Tempest. During the war between Naesbrey Fortress and Brightbane Sect, countless lives were lost, and blood flowed like rivers. Though it was not yet nighttime, the sheer amount of bloodshed was enough for Gideon to forcibly execute this legendary blade technique. "Go!" Gideon swung his massive blade.

They had told me to go to bed, but how could I close my eyes after what had happened? The phone calls never stopped all night. Different numbers, different voices, different updates. The Blade men were already hunting a name—Rocco Valeri. The bastard who killed Andrew. I sometimes forgot how ruthless and skilled the Blades were—especially with their own enemies. I prayed they found him. But I also knew something. When the Blade family hunts a foe, they don't seek revenge, they seek annihilation. I hadn't even realized I had dozed off until the sound of heavy boots storming into the living room jolted me awake. I sat up sharply, my heart pounding.

"What are you doing here?!" Aiden the weirdo spoke up. .....His voice sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't a dream he was really there. He had black jeans and a black blazer on and he looked absolutely amazing under the moonlight. His hair was perfectly jelled up and his blue eyes were glittering like diamonds when the moon rays fell on them.

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

The ozone scent in the room faded, replaced by cold iron and salt water. "You want revenge," Damian said, his thumb grazing my jawline. "I want erasure. The men on those screens—Sterling was just the first. They believe the DNA Key is an asset to be harvested. They believe your womb is a Morton Global sub-division. They ordered the Correction. I was the instrument." He pulled back, walking toward the mahogany desk that sat like an altar in the center of the server farm. He opened a shallow, velvet-lined drawer. When he turned, he wasn't holding a pen. He was holding the original Phantom Blade—the heavy titanium needle he’d confiscated weeks ago. The metal was dull, absorbing the blue light o

I said. Meridia and I turned around to see undead inklings walking towards us “Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis” I said as I grab a fused weapon of the X-Blade from Kingdom Hearts and Dawnbreaker from Elder Scrolls B: Skyrim known as the Blade of Dawn. I look at Meridia holding her beacon filled with her light “let’s deal with these Fragmenters first before we continue” I said.

I took a slow breath, closed my eyes, and focused on calming myself before opening them again and heading to class as if nothing had happened. If it were up to my wolf, I would be sprinting across the courtyard to find him. Even now, she kept begging me to go to him, but there was no way I would! Going after my mate would mean revealing my wolf, something I had no intention of doing before turning eighteen. Besides, he saw me too, so if he was interested, he would come after me! There are four classes of clans that guard the borders of the dark world: New Moon, Crescent Moon, Full Moon, and Waning Moon. Each has distinct characteristics that set them apart, from the predominant fur coloratio

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.