Blades Of The Fallen Prince Novels & Stories

He also released a magnet shield in front of him, and to the surprise of the Governor and the council members, the magnet shield attracted hundreds of sharp tiny blades. Without further ado, the Prince summoned all the sharp little blades to return to the sender. And all the sharp, tiny blades returned at full speed. Sir Owura Bismark hastily unfurled his protecting shield to stop the small swords. However, the protective shield was shattered by the returned thousands of mini blades, much to his surprise. Prince was fast to unleash his triple sword technique. Sir Owura Bismark noticed it and opted to avoid the sword. He was unaware that the swords were three, and before he recognized it, one

Everyone rots in the end. Fire consumes the outer walls. The sky turns the color of dried blood. I watch Luka stand up from my side. His face is twisted in pure madness. He pulls his silver blade, looks at me one last time, and drives it straight into his own heart. He drops to the floor, his blood pooling around my boots. I cannot even blink. The chaos spreads like ink on wet paper. Prince Mitchell and Adriel clash in the courtyard, their claws tearing each other to pieces until both lie still. Treasure screams, driving a dagger into the king's throat right after Ian falls.

In the blink of an eye, a blur of white motion materialized in front of Prince Xiao Chuan. *Thud.* A palm struck the Prince’s face with bone-rattling force. Before he could react, a boot slammed into his chest, sending him skidding across the cobblestones. Xiao Chuan coughed, spitting out a mouthful of crimson. "Serena Blackwood! You bitch! You dare touch me?" But as the Prince roared, blood and saliva sprayed through the air. His voice carried a strange whistle. His front teeth were gone. The crowd gasped, their eyes snapping to the ground. There, lying in a pool of royal blood, were the Prince’s incisors.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

Seth comes off the field and says something to Zian as they pass. Zian stops walking. He turns to look at Seth with those dark eyes that don't match the rest of his face. Seth holds it for exactly two seconds then keeps walking. Which probably means Seth is either very brave or very stupid. Noè trots onto the field for Ravenwood's next drive and lines up across from Arthur for the first time all game. Arthur's pale blue eyes move over Noè with the slow assessment of someone cataloguing a threat. Noè's expression doesn't change.

“Blades and bows.” I smiled. “Good. Take everything we can carry.” We packed what we could into sacks. Tied barrels with ropes and dragged them to the slope. We were almost done when Kai turned to me. “Let’s go back before they notice.” But then, something pulled at me. I looked up toward the main battlefield and saw that the prince was surrounded. Not with five or ten men. But dozens. He was quick as he took them down one by one, but he was alone now. His main unit had been scattered during the chaos. The plan worked, but maybe too well.

They fought with a ferocity born from years of suppressed emotions, their swords clashing amidst the cries of the dying. "In the end, the princess emerged victorious, her sword piercing through the prince's heart as he fell to the ground. The princess stood over the prince's body, her eyes dry but her heart breaking into a thousand pieces. As he breathed his final breath, the prince whispered her name, a final act of love and remembrance. "The princess turned her back on the battlefield, her kingdom the victor but her heart destroyed. She returned home, her soul scarred with the weight of her betrayal, the love she once cherished now twisted into a dark and deadly thing.

I had to make sure she was safe. Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind me, and I whirled around, my blade raised. But instead of a rogue, I was met with the sight of Lycan guards, their spears pointed directly at me. There were at least half a dozen of them, their expressions grim. I straightened, relieved. That was, until they circled around me and closed in, the points of their spears grazing my skin. “What is the meaning of this?” I demanded, raising my blade again. “I am your prince!”

The world dimmed around me as I fell, the last image seared into my memory being the thief's face, looking down at me with a chilling, triumphant smile. *** Alex’s POV. Raising my hand, I commanded an immediate cease-fire. The royal guards halted, their weapons lowering. These weren't true royal guards; they were my shadow troops, a ruse to deceive everyone. Turning to Jean, I swiftly appropriated his silver knife. "I need to borrow this," I said, securing the blade from his waist. I squatted beside the fallen prince, the knife glinting ominously in my hand. "Now, gather everyone in the castle for a meeting. If they resist, remind them their prince's life hangs in the balance."

I plugged my phone in and went to bed early no way was I letting Mr Smug Prince get a jump on me because I was tired. My alarm rung at 5 am and I got out of bed pulling on a silver blue lyrcra training shorts and a black sports bra, I zipped myself into a white hooded zip top for the walk to the training area. I went to the pack breakfast hall finding my father and some of the elite Fianna warriors there getting ready to do their own training. Grabbing a bowl of fruit and adding a scoop of natural yougart I went to grab the honey when my hand was beaten to it by someone who had come up along side me. His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself.