Compass And Blade の小説・ストーリー

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.”

He scoffed. "Mates aren't supposed to act all territorial with their mate." "You don't know anything pup, I'm territorial with my mate and I admit it with proudness." Blaze clenched his hand and tapped it lightly on his chest as a sign of self-esteem. Mia looked absolutely annoyed and pissed with them, she glanced at Zach and his warriors but thought mentally that they couldn't do anything, that means she has to deal this alone. She took away their hand from her arms, making her arms a purple bruise, she rubbed uncomfortably and glared at them.

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

I held the pull against the blade's insistence, breathed and let him be right, because he was right, because drawing the blade in sight of the compound was the single most visible thing I could do and visible was still the enemy even when every instinct I had was screaming to move faster. We crossed the compound's outer perimeter. The tree line received us. The moment we were inside it I had the blade in my hand and the pulse running up my arm in the specific frequency that had been sharpening since the chamber at Ironclaw — it was not uncontrolled, not the overwhelming surge that Sera had described, but directed. Awake. The blade, the bloodline and the person carrying both of them operating

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

N Y X A R A The wolf moves closer. At a pace that doesn’t ask permission. Just forward, like the distance between us was always meant to close and I’m only now catching up to that fact. I pull a blade free. Late. My fingers fumble the wrap for half a second before muscle memory snaps it into place. The sound feels too loud. Metal whispering in a forest that has gone quiet again.