Novel & Cerita Concordia Blade Empire

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“They’re coming. I can hear the hum of their phased-shift units.” The breach happened with a sound like tearing silk. Four "Sovereign" commandos materialized in the center of the gallery, their armor glowing with a faint, pulsing violet light. They were equipped with "Aether-Blades"—weapons that could cut through reinforced steel as if it were paper. They looked at Marcus and Elena with a clinical, arrogant detachment, as if they were merely clearing away rubble. “Step aside, Smith,” the lead commando said, his voice synthesized and cold. “The 'Total Harvest' is a legal and genetic inevitability. You are merely an obstruction in the flow of the Sovereign grid.”

[THIRD PERSON-POV] “Are you sure that they would help us?” Maddison whispered to Blade, trying to lower her voice for fear that someone would hear her. “Don’t worry. They are my friends. I am certain that they would do everything to help us. But—” Blade took a long pause before he continued. “The only thing that they might never give you, is to take Liam away from Crystal. She is pregnant with Liam's child, and even if I am swearing him to death, I would never want to take away the father of the innocent child.”

"Biological classification: Shifter-Hybrids. Threat level: Paramount. Executing purge sequence for the First Void Monarch." "Vanguard! Form a defensive perimeter around the Empress!" Valerie shouted, her twin meteor-steel blades unsheathing with a sharp metallic ring. "Stand down, Valerie," Dominic commanded, his voice dropping into a demonic, absolute rumble that cut through the panic. He didn't release his hold on Clara. Instead, Dominic pulled her tighter against his hip, positioning his towering frame slightly in front of her and their son. His right hand reached back, drawing his runic obsidian blade from his belt. The black solar plasma along the blade flared to life, crackling with vi

Considerably more than himself. "W... what can I do you for, Father?" the words rumbled out of the older man. Valerik reached behind him to the back of his black cassock, now faded to brown from the torment of the weather it had come to experience over the years. He found the opening with practiced ease. He drew from it a blade as wide as his palm and the length of his hand if placed thrice upon itself from tip to wrist. The blade had a certain curve to it like a scimitar's, but its curve was less pronounced. Where the thickness of a scimitar's blade was thin, it's blade was slightly thicker but its edge no less sharp.

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she continued watching the convoy. The lead armored vehicle stopped. Its doors opened in perfect synchronization. More than a dozen men climbed out. Black tactical uniforms. Military discipline. No identifying insignias. No visible ranks. Each carried suppressed assault rifles. "They're the Circle's Retrieval Unit," Evelyn finally said. "They don't arrest people." "They erase them." A heavy silence settled over the room. Seraphina felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Erase. Not kill. Erase.

queen Eleanor asked. “CLASH OF THE BATTLE VALLEY EMPIRES.” He replied quicky and after he regreted it. Because, the expression on their faces clearly showed that they did not understand the title until he read it aloud for them. He wanted to know why they were very stunned by it but he knew it was not his place to ask. Lady Elizabeth looked at Queen Eleanor with a face of triumph. She turned towards him and asked him if there were anything else eye-catching but he said no. Silence filled the room. And he felt a discomfort he had not felt since he entered theplace.

Blade paused, then rose to her feet. Approaching Marisa, she stood squarely in front of her, a scrutinizing gaze fixed upon her. "You look weak and... helpless," Blade stated bluntly, causing Marisa's fake smile to fade. "So, I was wondering what brought you to a place meant for the strong alone. What the hell are you doing in this empire?" Blade's words struck a nerve, and Marisa felt a surge of frustration at being perceived as weak. The frown that replaced her forced smile revealed her displeasure. Despite her anger, Marisa decided to respond with a hint of defiance.

The other omegas clustered near the kitchens, voices low and excited. “…heard the border patrols reported movement again. They’re talking reinforcement rotations.” “…Major Lazer was in a mood. Snapped at Commander Vale when he suggested delaying the next sweep.” “…some beta from the engineering cohort brushed past him during the recess—hand on his arm, casual-like—and you should’ve seen his face. Froze like he’d been struck.” My stomach dropped. A beta. Touched him.