Brie And The Borrowed Blade Novels & Stories

Katherine was at lost for words but decided to open up to her "I overheard his discussion with his assistant. His grandparents refused to hand over their family's business to him unless he is married, so he wants to rent a bride for a year which is the duration his grandparents gave him that his marriage will last before he becomes the owner of the Baldwin Empire. As a punishment to me for eavesdropping on his discussion, he decided to make Felicity his rented bride" she shuddered as she mentioned Felicity as a rented bride.

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

I held it, the power humming up my arm. We stood back to back. Béyoncé’s light flared. The battle began. Blades met. Magic flew. Water sprayed. Magic ripples from the blade crashed into shadows. Azelia struck hardest……twin crescents flashing. Kale’s steel is carved through dark forms. I focused on the blade in my hand, channeling the bond. The leader of the cult broke through. He aimed a dagger at Beyonce. I lunged, the blade bright. It took his weapon. The cultist staggered, then dissolved.

My hands trembling at my sides. Slowly, I stepped closer. “Come here. Give me the knife.” “Don’t do that, Blondie.” His jaw flexed hard. “You don’t know the weight of her betrayal. You don’t know what it feels like to watch the woman you married carry a child for nine months, hold her in your arms on the day she was born, and then find out she’s not yours, she’s your fucking rival’s. And now she crawls back from the dead demanding the child? After all these years of playing corpse? No. It’s better I make sure she stays dead this time.”

Mother’s been doing it for years, I should be able to spot it a mile off by now. Grabbing her shoulders, I twist her away from me, needing to get free. No more mind games, I can’t stand any more. Everything seems to happen in slow motion. Bria stumbles over her own feet, still weak from her injury and not as steady as she’d normally be. I watch as she goes tumbling to the ground, calling out in pain when a large shard of glass slices into the side of her face. Narrowly missing her eye. Bright red blood bubbles furiously from the deep cut that opens up and I’m appalled at myself.

Here are my little mate sequences and their blur: 1. Bound by Blood and Love Blur - : In a world where the supernatural and humans coexist, "Bound by Blood and Love" follows Victoria, haunted by her past, as she discovers her daughter Alisha is fated to be with a powerful vampire, Ryan. Duty separates them, but as their destinies intertwine, Victoria must reconcile her protective instincts with cosmic forces. Battles between supernatural factions loom, testing their love and resolve. As tensions rise and alliances form, Victoria faces a pivotal decision, leading to a climactic showdown. This tale of love, duty, and sacrifice explores the enduring power of family and fate in a captivating wor

"Blade is just a business woman." "Andreeeeeee.." Gentle hailed. Andre sighed. "What? I am looking forward to doing business with her. I wish I was nicer to her. Gentle, you know she doesn't like me that much, right? She is more comfortable with you." "You don't need much effort to be in her good books, Kim is that easy going." Gentle said. "Blade is not easy going. So?" Andre asked, half un serious. Gentle and Andre laughed. Bryan frowned in confusion. "She is pregnant."

When Aiden finished with the candles, he and Bryan stood on either side of the table. "What now?", Bryan asked. "Now we mix our blood together." Aiden answered and carefully held the bottle of Kira's blood, his eyes with purpose as he poured it into the bowl. With a determined nod, he took the ceremonial blade and made a clean cut across his palm, allowing his blood to mingle with hers. Bryan did not even want to know where Aiden got the blade from. "This better work," Bryan warned, and took the blade from Aiden right after Aiden was done, making a clean cut as well and letting his blood mingle with theirs.

Elena vaulted off the platform, her boots carrying her across the gravel in a shimmering blur of silver light. She drove her silver-rimmed dagger downward, aiming to sever the thick, pulsing vine wrapping around his arm. But the moment her blade sliced into the wood, the briar didn't cut—it bled. A violent, concussive spray of black fluid erupted from the wound, hitting her chest vest and sending a shockwave of cold, anti-spiritual agony straight through her core.