Blades Of Glory Parents Guide Novels & Stories

An actual fight and father was really hurting Blade. “Mavros!” mother shouted and the crowd that had gathered parted like the red sea. I followed behind her to see everyone in my family save for Aunt Ared and Uncle Logan were present and they were in a state of shock. Father was on top of Blade, throwing punches like a mad man. He was furious. “Get off of my son.” Mother ordered, glaring at father. When he hesitated, she added. “Now.” Blade turned his head to the side and spat out blood. “You heard her. Get off of me.”

“He won’t. Please withdraw your men.” Marshall never thought he’d say this but it seemed like the only way. “Rule number seven of the Blades….” “I know, don’t trust a criminal but I also remember my father telling me to not take the rules literally,” Caddaric cut in with his response. The Blades constitution had given them detailed explanations concerning dealing with criminals and Caddaric hadn’t forgotten but what amazed him was how he quickly used his father’s advice from eighteen years ago, which he never thought he’d need.

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha

“I know it seems impossible, Damara, but I am sure of it. The legends describe it clearly, and these runes are definitely of Minotaur origin.” “But his blade was lost, or thought destroyed,” she insisted. “Clearly they were mistaken. This is the blade, of that I have no doubt.” Randey’s face was scrunched up in confusion. “What are you talking about, Father?” His parents regarded one another for a moment. Then Reidar set the blade reverently on the hearth, and they moved to the comfortable seats surrounding the fireplace. Randey sat next to his mother, facing his father across the fine woven rug on the floor. “A tale from the time of the great Battle of the Guardians.”

he told Cathan. Reluctantly, he handed over the document after an idea formed in his mind. Meanwhile, grandpa wasn't done. “One more thing, your kids belong to the Blades. They have to join the academy by age three and all your wealth will be transferred to them when you die.” The message was for Cathan but since his DNA alone could not form a child, he stared at Kate for approval. “It’s fine,” Kate agreed. The Blades weren't as heartless as she thought. For as long as Cathan’s assets would belong to their child, she was satisfied and so was grandpa.

Both of us needs to enjoy even just for once. I just threw a sharp glare at him to make him stop. "Shut up, Blade! I will not let you take me for years if you won't stop," I warned him. I don't know if his parents can hear us but I just hope that they don't or else he'll be dead.

Noah immediately fixed my hair that became messy before he returned his hand to me. “I just want to save Blade… I want to protect him, Noah. He has been through such horrible things in life, and he even lost his son along with his whole family.” Tears started to stream down my face. “It hurts… It is hard for me to think that all of that happened to him, to someone who did nothing but love. Blade’s parents were killed in front of him the day he wanted to at least talk to the person who promised him that will come back. Little did the poor Blade know that the person he had such high hopes were already having pleasure with someone...” I could no longer stop the loud cries coming out of my lips

And how the hell were my parents not going to pick up on the tension? ‘Well you sure do find yourself in some shitty situations.’ Blade unhelpfully pointed out. To which I wanted to block him out, but right now he may be my only actual support. “Presley, please?” I tried, earning myself a deathly glare. Yeah, if looks could kill I would have been dead and buried right about now. But I needed to try to get her back on side at least... ‘Oh yeah, this is so going to work.’ Blade told me with a chuckle. ‘You going to let the parents know now?’

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.

" Liam pulled out the knife I'd found on the balcony and slowly stalked toward me. I backed away and splashed him with paint. "Don't come any closer! I'll destroy your paintings if you take another step!" Sure enough, he stopped. His eyes turned frosty as he snarled, "I'll destroy you if you touch my paintings." Despite his words, I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook even if I didn't do anything. I threw a bucket full of paraffin oil at him before grabbing a lighter from the drawer. I lit it and threw it at him.