Compass And Blade Novels & Stories

“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.”

I worked through the rest of the combat blades with my jaw set and my eyes down and tried to ignore the fact that the room smelled like cedar and metal and him and there was nowhere else in it to be. By the time I set the last blade down on the finished pile my shoulders were genuinely aching. I stepped back and looked at the full length of what I had done. Every blade polished and sharp, arranged in order, the bench clear. I untied the apron and hung it back on the hook. “Done,” I said. Creed came down the length of the bench slowly. He did not rush. He picked up the first blade from the finished pile. Turned it in his hands. Held it to the light. Set it down and picked up another. Then ano

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.

"I used what I had. And I was desperate." "Desperate for what?" The clockwork man's remaining red eye dimmed, then brightened, cycling through what Jack recognized as a mechanical equivalent of fear. "You fused the three objects. The Coin, the Crystal, the Blade. You created a compass. Do you know what a compass does, Sterling?" "It points toward what I need to find."

The small altercation with Killian had eaten too much into the amount of free time that she was allowed, and she was late when she careened into the hot, bustling kitchen. Her mother was at one of the dozens of workstations littered around the kitchen proper, slicing root vegetables with a practiced hand. Combat class had never included the edged weapons training that Cassidy had longed for. Instead, her mother had trained her to wield a knife with deadly precision, an art form she had acquired through years chopping vegetables in this very kitchen.

After this, James tried his best to not pay any heed to Delainey because he knew he would have a hard time suppressing the temptation in his heart if he stayed close to a woman. Thus, he wanted to stay away as much as he could. James pulled out the Blade of Justice. The Blade of Justice had a very unassuming appearance and was about 156 centimeters in length. It looked nothing like a legendary sword.