Blood And Steel Cast Novels & Stories

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

The Cardinal walked over and slapped Asger in the face, “This is a world where the law of the jungle rules. Is it necessary for you to chastise me here? According to legend, Iron’s direct lineage bloodline is mixed with the bloodline of the Black Cooter. Today, I shall witness for myself if the legend rings true. Do it!” A direct descendant of the Irons was forcibly grabbed and pushed to the other side of the smelting furnace as soon as the voice fell. All his efforts were unfortunately in vain. That man was thrown into the furnace not long after. Fye fire swallowed him in the blink of an eye as soon as he fell into it. He was completely consumed by fire, leaving no trace of himself behind.

"Asra is unlike Venelia in many ways, but perhaps the most startling difference is that magic is much stronger there. There are magical beings that most wolves have never even heard of, let alone seen. My father hunted these beings, burned their homes, and slit their throats, all in the name of the crown. "Just after I was born, my father decided to host a celebration to welcome his heir into the world. At the time, war raged across Asra--I'm sure you're aware that this war was the result of my father's tyrannical rule and was in its twelfth year at the time." He passed her an amber liquid in a crystal cut glass and sat opposite her with a sigh.

“I am Laurent Ford, the Alpha King and Jennie’s grandfather. “Twenty-two years ago, my daughter kept her royal blood a secret and mated with you. Now, I’m taking my granddaughter, Jennie, home.” Dread washed over Gale. “No, Alpha Ford. This has to be a mistake. Jennie has never shifted. She can’t even beat an Omega. Thanks to the Bates’ standing in the pack, Joey looked past her flaw and mated with her.” Even at this point, Gale refused to believe that I carried the Alpha King’s blood in me. I scoffed, my voice dripping with disdain, “Oh, I forgot to mention that I have shifted today. Like Mom, I am a white wolf. The moonstone is the Moon Goddess’ gift to white wolves. Please return the ston

Her father’s blood ran hot now within her even she was not entirely convinced that she was really the same blood as Antonio De Luca. Her grip was unshakable. The hunted girl was gone.

No it's made of pure steel. He got into the car with Eva while the driver drove off. He made calls and sent emails to all the people Eva was supposed to see making up some sort of excuses. Eva looked at Madrid as they drove by. She can't believe how much the city has changed since she left. She remembers the city as where she lost everything and she tagged it as where she'll regain all she lost. Ever since she got back, she's always wanted to go check on this particular place. The Acosta empire.

I hoped to play the hero–or heroin. Blood painted the stone walls of the fortress, they smelt like fresh blood. Before me in a long hallway was a huge door with few lifeless men littering the door entrance. My heart thuds as I make my brave steps towards the door. What's behind the door could be the dreadful one who slayed the men I met on the way. Also the one who might be keeping Emmett captive, because for what I know, he was immortal.

The steel door hit the floor with a violent hiss, melting into a puddle of golden liquid that glowed, dim and angry, on the concrete. Maya didn’t move. She just stood there, frozen. Silver blood ran down her hand. She pressed it hard to her chest, trying to stop the bleeding, but it just kept coming. The people from the Chorus stayed on their knees—hundreds of them, packed into the dark parking garage. Their golden eyes caught the strange light off the molten metal, making the whole place feel unreal.

The great hall had become a slaughterhouse. Steel rang against steel. Screams echoed off the high ceilings. Blood stained the black marble floor in dark, spreading pools. The silver banners that had been hung for the ceremony now hung torn and splattered. Caelan fought back to back with Lucien, the ceremonial sword in his hand feeling lighter than it should. The awakened royal blood surged through his veins, sharpening his reflexes and lending unnatural speed to every strike. He parried a Shadow Crown warrior’s blade and drove his own through the gap in the man’s armor, feeling the hot rush of blood on his hand.