Compass And Blade Novels & Stories

"When a coin falls, don't pick it up because what? Because I can be overseen!?" I stepped closer to the bed and picked up my gold purse before I walked out the door. When I got outside, I caught Blade wiping his big bike. He told me that bike's name and it was the weirdest thing in the world. Its name is Sketcher. I mean, could you believe how softie Blade is? I also wonder how could Liam not notice that Blade comes home at the Dawson? Liam had never doubted him and ordered his people to follow his personal guard.

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

If he couldn't make full use of his physical advantage, then he had to avoid the disadvantage. Therefore, what Caspian had made for Xander Faris was two wide blades with long arcs. The broad blade was not held in the hand, but fixed on the two arms, and the edge of the blade was outward. When the broad blade was erected, it was almost as high as Xander Faris. In this way, when Xander Faris lowered his arms and stood straight, he looked like the most fierce and sharp blade! "It suits me very well." Xander Faris carefully felt the magic weapon at spirit tools level.

Her blood was on his hands, but their blood was on mine, I didn't mind, with them gone the world was a better place. Blade growled and tried to stand. His hind legs were hurt, but he managed to get back up, albeit a little wiggly. He walked over to me, pressing his snout against my neck. He wanted to comfort me, but the moment Blade touched me, I could feel his pain. He was badly injured. Blade's touch didn't have the effect on me that James's touch did, he was the one I needed but more so, he needed me right now. If they were to pick up the war again, James wouldn't be able to fight and the others were just as badly injured.

Hellebore Dagger – twin to the blade, smaller, venom-green edge. 5. Progenitor Heart #1 – ruby, coyote-shaped, beating. 6. Progenitor Heart #2 – amethyst, wolf-shaped, howling. 7. Morua Blood Compass – brass, spinning, pointing nowhere—yet. Ana (reverent): “Dacia’s first seven. The other forty are locked—not by time, but by strength. You must grow first. This is only the beginning.” Celeste (hand on katana): “The blade.” Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Saraphine cried, in the most pain I've ever seen her endure in my life. "The only way that pain is going to go away is if you have this baby right now!" Anna pushed her. "Come one, Saraphine! Just once more." I tried to be supportive. Her grip suddenly intensify and she started screaming, louder and longer than before. The tiny cries of a strong and firm infant lungs averted my attention. Anna grabbed a hunting knife and cut the cords. She then wrapped it in a blanket and wiped it off. Anna's smile enhanced by the sight of it, while Saraphine's grip on my hand softened.

THE GUARDS quickly drew their swords and stood in front of me to protect me. The contenders had lost their formation in one corner. And as if they had been waiting for this chance, some of them already had swords in their hands while some had shifted in their wolf forms, ready to strike at my command. However, Blade didn’t flinch. My eyes narrowed but after a few seconds, a smile formed in my lips. Nothing had changed. Blade was still very unpredictable. No one could ever tell what his next move would be.

The blade itself was crafted from what looked like obsidian, a material that seemed to absorb the light around it. As I stared at the weapon, I couldn't help but marvel at its artistry. The blade was adorned with symbols that I didn't recognize, a language of magic that spoke to something primal deep within me. The hilt, too, was a thing of wonder, decorated with delicate carvings of wolves that snarled and bared their teeth with a savage grace.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”