Blair Yugioh Novels & Stories

“That’s too dangerous for her!” Blair looked down in shame. “I gave her the bit of Maise’s magic I was told to hold onto just in case. It… I needed her assistance for a spell.” “What spell?” Maise shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing is worth getting humans more involved than necessary.” “She’s already mated to a werebear, Maise,” Blair sighed. “And you know Leah. I’d rather spearhead these things than have her go behind our backs to learn them.”

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.

Blair began to set up, making a pyramid up the table with the cards as he spoke. "For this game we have a pyramid with five on bottom and one on top. You will have your own cards. Once I flip a card on the pyramid, you see if you have one that matches the number. If you do, you can put it down. For each row you can assign a certain number of drinks to a person." Blair explained.

For Ayra, it was a desperate attempt to channel the storm raging within. The wooden blades clashed, the dull thud echoing through the arena. Elara, surprised by Ayra's uncharacteristic aggression, stumbled back a step. Ayra pressed her advantage, unleashing a flurry of attacks, each strike fueled by a year's worth of simmering hatred. Elara, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tempo, struggled to defend herself. Ayra's blade sang through the air, a blur of vengeance. Just as Ayra landed a blow that would have sent Elara sprawling, a sharp whistle pierced the air.

The battle was no longer in his favour he could see that. Mikhail had upped the ante by bringing the undead. His eyes found Blair, the witch behind the destruction they were facing. “Kill her!” he hissed, pointing his sword towards the direction which Blair stood, eyes black as night. They charged, each man flanking her sides claws out and teeth bared. Blair was far gone. Her spirit was trapped in the darkest part of Hades, drawing powers from the forbidden ground. She was not aware of the danger that had surrounded her.