Compass And Blade Novels & Stories

“They were—“ “Excuse me, Your Majesties,” Blade said coming towards them. Daphne tried not to sigh as she looked up at Blade. “It’s… a matter of importance.” Arthur sighed and looked at Blade, “I know it is if you’ve come to find me. What happened?” Yesterday, Blade led the first patrol after training the werewolves that had come to help Sharp Armor. It had gone smoother than the last time they’d had aid from other territories until they neared the border.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

I stop talking when I see what's going on. Gland nods at AJ before quickly taking off his boot covered in metal spikes and that's when I find myself dodging the heavy boot coming my way. I have no doubt that he directed his aim to my face. I duck and just miss the thing from hitting me and potentially decapitating me. "He just tried to kill me in public," I say aloud to no one in particular, stunned to the core. Even if the boot miraculously didn't kill me, he'd still have, at least, given me a concussion.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

“Nah. Sold him to the black market. As a slave. Also, the women who saw your face have been removed. So don’t worry about it now.” “Thank you.” I started scrolling through the chapters of traditional herbs. “Busy?” “Nah. Just checking the skipped classes.” “I see. Have you met your first target?” “Not yet. I will soon,” I said, feeling something hard pressing against my back. It was the dagger His Majesty had gifted me. I took it out and looked at it carefully. It was a hundred-year-old dagger used by three generations of Alphas. The fact that it was still as sharp as a sashimi knife made me admire it even more.

I chipped in the update. “Two idiot friends always amalgamating the most stupid ideas” “So what do you think of it?” I was immune to her insults already. Anyone that still gets offended by it is yet to understand that harshness was Hilra’s mother tongue. She thought for a moment and turned to the door when it sounded like someone was walking past. “According to Anthonier, the blade is still with her?” “Yes. I believe it is safest in her room. No one would believe I’d leave a blade that could end me in the hands of a mistress who had barely stayed a full week”

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.

“Take that useless thing away from my neck.” I smiled widely at him. The smile was slow and dangerous. “Kyle… this isn't just any silver blade. When Nicholai stole the compass from you, did you really think I didn't take anything too?” His entire demeanor changed instantly, the amusement,his confidence all gone just like that, and it only made me smile harder.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.