Brie And The Borrowed Blade Novels & Stories

Carrie stands to her feet, turning on her heel and begins to walk away to grab Selene's katana on the floor. But before she can grip the katana off the floor, Amber uses her telepathy again, making the katana fly across the field and landing next to Blake's feet. He glances over towards the direction where the sword was tossed. His eyes widen in shock, but quickly grabs the sword off the floor as he sees more vampires launching towards him.

We were running out of time, and there was no more room for error. Kane and Selene placed magical trackers in our marks, trying to monitor the bond’s integrity. They told us that the closer we got to the blood moon, the dimmer our marks would glow. It was a sign that the Prime’s power was overtaking us, pushing us farther away from who we were. I watched as the glow in Raymond’s mark began to fade, just a little at first, but enough for me to feel the loss deep in my bones. And then there was Bree. She came to us with a blade forged from Hollow Fang fragments, a weapon that could kill the Prime Wolf. But it came with a cost—anything of his bloodline it touched would be destroyed.

She lunged. I dodged, but the blade caught my arm. Pain exploded across my skin. I cried out, stumbling sideways. Blood. There was blood on my sleeve. Sabrina raised the knife again. And then the door exploded inward. Braham. He moved like lightning, grabbing Sabrina's wrist before the knife could come down. The blade sliced through his arm before clattering on the floor. He twisted her arm behind her back, forcing her to the ground with a strength that was barely controlled.

He returned to the Lloyd family estate and took out Godslayer. Then, he carefully wiped the blade. Even the darkness of the night sky could not dim the gleam on Godslayer's surface. This was a sword that thirsted for slaughter. … At this moment, Eric stood facing Brielle. "Speak up, you called me out here, what exactly do you want to say?" Though his voice was still cold, Eric's attitude was actually pretty decent. Brielle smiled and said, "I…" Eric frowned and interrupted impatiently, "Get to the point."

Nova whines softly in recognition, memories of childhood friendship and teenage longing bubbling up despite my efforts to suppress them. Dane completes the formation, his presence at the third point somehow making the air between us feel charged, like the moment before lightning strikes. Summit's influence is visible in his eyes, that flash of gold that never fails to make my breath catch stupidly in my throat. "The ritual begins with blood offering," Brynlee explains, presenting each of us with a small obsidian blade. "A single drop placed on your anchor stone with conscious intent to connect." I accept the blade, feeling its weight in my palm. It hums with old magic, the kind that predates

Rather he and his men saved her. Bright light flooded the room and Rosy pulled the duvet down to see a very furious Sergio glaring down at her. “What happened? Who was that?” She stammered at him. Instead of answering, he withdrew a military knife from his waistband. Still staring hard at Rosy, he slid it across his palm and Rosy gasped in terror. She tried scrambling away from him but he was faster. He caught her by wrist and in one swift motion sliced her palm, droplets of her blood ruining the bed covers.

I groaned, my words stopping her after she'd broken off as the harridan began a loud whine in my grip. “Do you promise to come back?” Nola whispered, but her voice carried loud and clear and I nodded slowly, watching my mate slip away, the fight gone from her shoulders. I bit my tongue, raising my head to the light of the moon, allowing the silver streaks to penetrate so that the pressure in my head was reduced a tad and the moon's energy surge flung the witch away from me. I gripped the hexagonal blade of the spear, my claws wrapping around the hilt that had pierced through my skin before I jerked the stick forward, immediately freezing from the pain that seemed to pulse through my body fro

My strength clashed with her magic, but neither of us could harm the other. "Little Brie, you're so young and naive to think I was working alone," she laughed as a sharp pain shot through my back. When I looked down, I noticed a blade piercing my stomach. I looked behind me to see if I could spot Ryan. She had found the men who wanted to hurt me the most and resurrected them. As I collapsed onto the floor, my magic faltered. As Elle approached, my crimson blood pooled beneath me. She encircled Ryan and pressed her lips against his. My heart was as broken as my body, and I realized I no longer had the will to fight for my life. Van was supposed to hold me close and take the pain away, but he

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.