Blades Of Destiny นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Veil’s voice roars—Convergence, the heart endures—and the blade’s runes blaze, its song a call to war. The vision fades, and I roar, slashing the Voidborn’s blade, lunar light burning, Aelys’s aura merging with mine. Cassia’s fire erupts, Renn’s relics flare, Maddox’s shadows bind, Sylvara’s vines lash, and Lysara, Zorath, and Valthor strike, their starlight blades glowing. Seris hesitates, then joins, her Lightweavers’ blades flashing, a fragile alliance.

I stand alone in the clearing and listen to my heart pounding steadily as happiness blooms in my chest. If Destiny survived a blade, there's no way she can survive a witch.

I stand alone in the clearing and listen to my heart pounding steadily as happiness blooms in my chest. If Destiny survived a blade, there's no way she can survive a witch.

Kyle’s urgent voice followed: “She’s thirty seconds from launch authorization—you have to shut her down!” The First Strike Without warning, Natalia lunged, her combat blade flashing with deadly precision. Damien surged forward, blocking her vicious strike, forcing her back with brutal strength. Their blades clashed, sparks flying, driven by years of hatred. I fired sharply, forcing back two advancing guards, dropping them with deadly precision. Natalia twisted free, striking again, her blade cutting sharp, forcing Damien onto the defensive. "You can’t stop destiny," she hissed. "The world burns... and I rise."

Her presence was both comforting and terrifying. Her voice was a soft, urgent whisper. “Abbey, Luna of the Red Moon Pack. The girl who bleeds gold. The Moon Goddess’s blessing. Danger lurks in the shadows. Your mate, Jeremy, is marked for death.” A chill shot through me. The vision came fast, too fast. Jeremy stood tall, strong as ever, but he was surrounded—snarling wolves with blood-red eyes, their fangs bared, their hunger undeniable. Behind them, a rival Alpha’s gaze burned with cruel ambition.

Meanwhile, Damian, who had been listening to everything on the side, suddenly looked up and said, "You didn't even spare a baby who was barely three months old? You're such a bastard!" Blade's eyes turned cold. He pointed at Damian and said, "I'm going to stab your mouth before I kill you!" With that, a powerful force suddenly erupted from Blade's body. He bent his arm and immediately charged toward Damian like a military tank, planning to attack him with his elbow. Damian remained unfazed. A faint sneer appeared on his lips. Then, he thrust his palms forward and pushed hard. A gust of wind arose, the air rippling and whistling around his palms.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

I came home in the evening and Muna was talking with my aunt, I couldn't hear a word they were talking about but it was definitely going to be a topic for ladies. "Corey, you have a call from the prison?" A maid handed over a phonecall from Dad.. Of Cause she know that because Dad must not have called his name.. I took the phone and left Mom and Muna behind in the living room.. They must have a lot to talk about and I don't have the entire to up through them.. "Dad, how are you?". I talked after picking up his call.. There wasn't any response, but not until I heard a man voice, as he implored me to come to the prisons hospital because Dad had been stabbed on the stomach.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.