Blades Of Glory Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Hunters. Men who traveled the borderlands killing anything that crawled out of the dark. Adrian had expected them to leave him there. Most people didn’t want a boy who had survived something like that. But the oldest hunter, a man with gray in his beard and scars across both eyes, had simply looked at him for a long time before speaking. “You saw them, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded. The man studied him a moment longer. Then he handed the boy a knife. “Good,” he said. “Then you know what you’re up against.”

As always, I can’t say no to her request. “Alright,” I concede. “We’ll play a little bit then, you have to be a good girl and go resume your lessons with Tilly. Okay?” “Okay.” She nods. “Good,” I caress her cheeks gently. “Now, what kind of game should we play?” Before she can answer, a shadow falls on us. Together, we look up and Blade is right there, glaring at us. Correction. He’s glaring at me. “Daddy!” Adele shrieks. She lets go of me and latches onto Blade’s leg. Her excitement is infectious.

No one came near me. They were waiting to see what this would turn into. I wiped my blade clean and slid it back into its sheath.The air smelled of pine and iron, sharp and thick. I heard footsteps behind me and knew who it was before he stopped at my side. “They pulled back without pushing the line,” Kaelor said. “That wasn’t instinct. Someone directed them.” “Yes.” “The Guild will know about this by morning.” “That’s what he wants.” His attention stayed on the forest. “If they call this cross-border aggression, they can step in.”

Blade and Blaze moved too, each peeling away in opposite directions after catching Reign’s silent glance, both suddenly transformed from joking companions into alert men awaiting instructions. Before I fully turned, Reign’s mother looked at me once more. This time her smile sharpened. “Do not touch her,” Reign said immediately, and the warning in his voice was sharp enough to cut through the low music. “I am telling you now, if either of you lays a hand on her, I will forget that you ever had the right to call yourselves my parents.” I did not hear his mother’s answer because Thraia had already taken my arm and gently steered me away through the crowd.

I don’t know when my eyes started to grow blurry, but I soldiered on. The blade glows because I made it – and willed it – to be so. You are the last of a noble line of warriors. We fight evil at every turn, and at every moment. That line. He had hammered that line into me, sometimes literally. Do not worry about the blade’s form or how to change it; that is a point you will eventually get to. Wear the pendant at all times, so the blade will be available when you need it. There was a paragraph he took care to make brief but heavy with instruction. He had no patience for melodrama, so he wrote like a man making a will.

"Do you think your parents will ever find out about this? After our second-in-command uses you tonight, he'll drag you to the woods outside the city and feed you to the wolves. By the time your parents find out that you haven't returned, you would've turned a carcass already." Another guy said, "Do you know who you're dealing with? I guess there's no harm in telling you. You're up against the Mount Blade Gang! Do you think your family has any power to go up against us? Hehe, your parents won't be able to save you even if they know your situation right now! You're going to die anyway, so there's no risk for us to tell you who we are!"