Blades Of Mercy Novels & Stories

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”

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.

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.

Just the storm outside and the low growl of a blacked-out SUV idling at the emergency entrance. Rain lashed the windows as we climbed the coast road. The university gates appeared through the downpour—wrought iron twisted into roses and bats, glowing faintly crimson against the black cliffs. Beyond them, BludHeaven rose like a cathedral someone had carved out of midnight: spires, arched windows, stone walls that looked old enough to remember when vampires still ruled the night unchallenged. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Welcome to BludHeaven, Nico Black. Try not to die on the first night. The queens hate when their new toys break too soon.”

I raised the blade, holding it out in front of me, my chest heaving as I stared into the jaws of the beast. "Come on then," I whispered, my voice shaking but resolute. "Do it." The mercenary leader let out a low, mocking growl. He slowly lifted his paw from Maya's chest, leaving her panting and bruised on the floor, and crouched low. He bared his massive fangs, his muscles coiling like tight springs as he prepared to launch himself straight at my throat. He sprang. I braced my feet against the stone floor, raising the dagger, ready to drive it into his chest even if it meant his weight carried us both over the edge of the balcony. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, preparing for th

"Use it for her. It’s my life’s savings since I started doing mercenary work." I knew that when Blade left his territory, he didn’t take anything with him except his car and one duffel bag. His cards and cash were left behind, so everything in my hand right now was the money he earned in the last five years, doing what he was doing. "I don’t understand. If you want to give her money, why does it have to come through me? Can’t you just give it to her?" "I’m leaving." "You’re what? We didn’t even have time to catch up."

The golden-blue runes along the blade flared brilliantly, casting a stark, commanding light across the dark trees. ​The mercenaries panicked, scrambling for their weapons, but Dave’s vanguard closed the trap from all sides with ruthless, disciplined efficiency. Two outlaws lunged at Dave with spiked iron clubs, but with a swift, calculated pivot, Dave used the flat of his broadsword to disarm them, sending both men crashing hard into the dirt.