Blades Of The Fallen Prince Novels & Stories

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

she spat, her voice shaking with defiance. “Yes, it is,” I replied coldly, picking up my blade and pointing it at her. “For you, it ends now.” With a final, decisive strike, I brought the blade down, thinking of ending her life swiftly, but I changed my mind. The image of my late father flashed in my mind, remembering how the rogues had cut off his head while he was still alive. Fueled by a new surge of rage, I swung the blade through the air, watching with grim satisfaction as it connected with her neck. Her head came tumbling down, a fitting end for the fallen princess.

I'm sure you will get it right next time. It is hardly his fault that he has been unsuccessful with our guest. We've had him isolated since we collected him from the field where he fell after his violent attack on the capital. We were expecting to find a corpse, but instead, we found a prince barely hanging onto life, the weapon useless and shattered, his blood thick and pooled around him as he lay on the ground with an impossible wound in his chest. Until that moment, we were unsure if it was Primus who had transformed into that monstrous beast, a dragon 10 times that of a typical full-grown dragon, his wingspan large enough to black out the sun. When the guards rushed to find the beast, th

BLADE RAGE INTRODUCTORY ARC 16. The Prince & The Elites II: The Blade Rage Step Up Bill feels a throbbing in his right hand, "You can not ignore me this time. Use my power and in exchange feed me this human's blood." Bill watches Sebastian swing his sword at him. "Just take a little bit of my power human!" Bill ignores the beckoning of his cursed sword, Ritual Warblade. "If you don't take it… I'll give it to you!"

She lay it regretfully on the table top and stood on one side observing the others take their pick of the beautiful death devices. After much haggling and practicing, the nobles finally walked away with shiny new weapons that reflected the suns' fading light. Princess Khasi had gotten a double edged curved sword that she handed to the array of maids she had following her. Princess Alyn had gotten the dagger but held on to hers. The Princes however displayed theirs like spoils of war. Prince Nicolas had strapped two short swords across his back while Prince Hayden got a large double bladed axe that he also strapped on his back.

We’ve been fighting for months. I’ve lost more men in this battle than I’ve lost over the course of my entire life. Granted, by fae standards, I’m not old, but still, this last year has been bloody and gruesome. As I slide Lightning Wielder through the body of one of my brethren, now dark from Lorelai’s influence, I watch as his eyes go from the opaque white back to a soft brown. “Thank you, My Prince.” He whispers and I slide my sword out of his body which falls to the ground in a dead heap.

the First Prince said, unsheathing his sword and about to decapitate Blake. Blake then began to laugh in spite of himself. This didn’t alarm the First Prince in the slightest; many had laughed in the face of death before him, so it was not uncommon for Blake to begin laughing facing the sword. “May you continue laughing in hell,” the First Prince said, and his sword swung with the full might of a Martial Grand Master. The scene before everyone was unheard of, as the First Prince’s sword was held between Blake's two fingers. Blake looked up at the First Prince's astonished face.

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

The Falumor Prince was still alive! Just in time, he parried the strike, and noticed that it was much weaker than before, led with the wrong hand. Still, his leg gave in from the force. "I underestimated you", the Prince spat out with a splatter of blood. "It won't happen... again..." With these last words he fell to the side. Wiping the blood from his face, Nathaniel muttered: "Because you won't get another chance." Then he concentrated fully on the black force again.

His face was still pressed to mine, his eyes were now glowing with a red beam. "What do you mean?" I whispered, even though I knew I was going to regret getting an answer. He extended his right hand upwards and I watched as a blade flew right into his hand out of nowhere. "I will break you like a stick," he said while running his fingers across his blade. "Suffocate you till you can no longer breath," his fingers suddenly went to caress my throat. "And I will enjoy every second of it." Our eyes finally connected and my heart pounded against my chest at the promises that were held in his eyes.