Blades Of Mercy 소설 & 이야기

They were no longer running—they were at war. The Shadow Blades, a ruthless gang of mercenaries hired to eliminate Alessandro, were drawing near. These killers were the best in the business—cold, efficient, and deadly. They had tracked Alessandro down, following his every move, and now, they were closing in on him and Elena. There would be no mercy. The air felt suffocating as the sound of the vehicle grew louder, echoing off the walls of the small village. Alessandro stepped toward the door, motioning for Elena to stay behind. He wasn’t going to let her face this. Not while he still had the strength to fight.

Using a sword felt as natural as moving my limbs, and I let my body take over as I fought her. I became a whirlwind of action as I made perfect thrusts and parried her attacks in what felt like practiced moves. I twirled around with my sword, and it felt as if I was dancing around. Mercy was sweating with exertion while I was not even breathing hard. After a few moments, I raised my sword high above my head, leaving my stomach vulnerable to attack. But before Mercy could take the opportunity to thrust her sword at my belly, my sword was already crashing down, and it hit against Mercy’s throat with a clang. Her sword fell off into the ground with a clang, and my sword was already at Mercy’s t

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time." He swung his axe in a deadly arc, the blade whistling through the air. Valia dove to the side, feeling the rush of air as it missed her by inches. She rolled to her feet, her blade in her hand, as she faced him once more. The mercenary was powerful, each strike of his axe shaking the earth beneath their feet. Then, with a guttural roar, he surged forward, his weapon cleaving down in a brutal arc meant to end her. Valia met the blow with her dagger, steel screaming against steel, but the force of the impact sent a shockwave through her arms. She staggered back, breath ripped from her lungs, as her dagger splintered, its shards scattering ac

Her skill was called Serenity, but the weapons she used were unusual—they were embroidery needles. With a wave of the hand, she sent needles flying. The threads attached to the end of the needles weren’t ordinary. Silver in color and as fine as vellus hair, they were likely silk. After that, the orange wind blades reappeared. The tough silk was burned by the blades. Even the needles melted. Besides that, the blades seemed to be spiritual. After they destroyed the weapons, they headed out of the tunnel and targeted Claudia. Numerous wind blades dashed across the air, rattling against one another loudly. The bright flames slashed the sky open as if they could destroy everything in the world.

“You owe me—” “No,” I cut in. “You owe them.” Her gaze flickers toward the pack—those kneeling, those broken. Her empire built on fear and blood now reduced to silence. I lift the sword. The moonlight gleams against the steel, sharp and merciless. “This is mercy,” I murmur. Her lips move—perhaps a curse, perhaps a plea—but the words die as the blade falls. The world holds its breath. The relic’s light bursts outward, flooding the hall with a blinding flash. For a heartbeat, everything is silent—no screams, no breath, no sound—just the soundless pulse of release.

Just as he lunged to bite the hand that was holding the knife, Mercy sent another disabling pulse at Leeta so that she couldn’t move, and his teeth sank down into her hand. Leeta screamed in pain. August didn’t bite down too hard, but let go as soon as the knife was loose. The other wolves on the battlefield were beginning to awaken now. August was more awake than the others, thanks to the jarring sensation of being held at knife point, but as Rider’s wolves saw the situation, they stood, eyes wide, wondering what to do. “Surrender!” Mercy shouted. “Surrender, or I kill him!” One by one, the wolves dropped to their knees, surrendering to Mercy and her overwhelming power so that Rider wouldn’

FREYA__06 * * My body froze, I was unable to even draw in a breath. There was so much blood, it looked unreal. If I hadn't known Ethan so well, I might not have been able to recognize him. His dull gaze reflected only one emotion. Hopelessness. As though he thought it was already over for him and he had accepted that fact already. He was half naked, there was not a spot on his body that was not covered with bruises.

“Fuck. I could have sworn they would have known who we were. We fucking introduced themselves.” They both slammed hundred dollar bills on the table. Bryan added another and Auri came over from the kitchen where she was standing and gathered the money, shoving it in her pocket. I looked at them, confused. “Goddess, he really doesn’t know.” Lucy shook her head and left my side. “No wonder they have been treating us like shit.” “Shall we reintroduce ourselves then?” Hector smiled, leaning against the table. “We’ll start.” One of the head warriors smiled. “I’m AJ, Jax is my older brother. We are known more in the mercenary community as The Bloodblades.”

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.