Blades Of Mercy Novelas e Histórias

The skirmish was a blur of violence and ice. The Northern Mercenaries lunged at us, their rusted silver blades whistling through the mist. I didn't use a weapon. I moved through the battlefield like a ghost, my feet barely touching the ground. Every time a Mercenary swung at me, I simply existed in their space. My frequency was so high that their blades shattered upon contact with my skin. I reached out and touched the chest of a High-Mercenary, and he turned into a pillar of frost-dust before he could even scream. “Left! They’re flanking!” Sasha’s voice was a predatory snarl in my head.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

The void under our feet thrummed once, a low, resonant pulse that felt like the room itself saying *noted. Selene didn’t hesitate. She slammed her palm against MERCY’s node. Her back arched, a snarl ripping from her lungs as the system tried to reject her intrusion, trying to mark her as corrupted. The smell of ozone and blood spiked sharp in the air. A ring of smaller sub‑functions around MERCY—PUNISH, PROLONG, REPEAT—lit up crimson and lashed toward her like serpents of text. She dug in her heels—into nothing—and cut them as they came, her free hand driving her sword through the writhing lines. They burst in showers of sparks, hissing out one by one.

Arth took a step to block my path. I thought he was trying to pass by, so I moved to the left, but he blocked me again. Confused, I looked up at him. “First time.” “……What?” I didn’t understand, so I asked again. After a brief silence, Arth’s stiff expression softened, and he suddenly smiled brightly. “Elias.” “……?” “I’ve never been recruited to a club before.” “Ah.” “I just transferred in. Today, I was unpacking.” “Ah, I see.”

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

There's a threat of closing it permanently, but it's okay. Blades went straight into my face as soon as I went in. It draws beautifully as if it makes sure this wound will stay as a scar forever. I was just here for a few minutes, yet, threats to my life are already living. It was chaotic inside. There was a war happening. There's blood, a bow and arrows, and the main character- werewolves. I can't take it! I have to go back! "Terrence." It spoke again. "Stop it, pup! Don't try to convince me!"

The sun was high in the sky, illuminating the sinister sight of several Minotaur bodies scattered across a meadow. Next to a huge rock, Shining Sword, Dora, Zuri, Hope, and Mercy were facing a Centaur armed with a spear. "Mercy, blind!" "Got it, Stardust!" She brought her hands together and formed a triangle with her fingers, black stars appeared around her and converged towards her hands and then she fired a black ray directly at the centaur's head.

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.

He was fast to nab his blade as his defense after I get closer - analyzing what I will do. He strikes and I push myself aside then I sprout my right arm to punch his forearm to drop the blade before kicking his abdomen. He cussed as he yelled after I kicked him - he pull his weight in reverse as I try to give him a punch and a kick. This man keeps dodging my strokes of casualty. He rushed to take me down on the ground and then attempts to push the verge of the blade down onto my eyes. I resist his strength. We huff and his sweat slid down beneath his chin.

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.