Concordia Blade Empire Novels & Stories

He said, striding closer with his team. “Nike Salamon.” Conan’s rough voice resonated inside their bodies more than they liked it. An informal call. The man named Conan Blade was addressing the chief of the station without adding any formality nor acknowledging his status. The man with so much caliber. However, the deputy chief didn't look bothered. If anything, his shaky smile was even more prominent than before. “Come, let me show you my office.” He had invited Conan inside his sacred office. “Very well…” Without glancing at the astonishing eyes who were watching them, he walked together at the front with the deputy chief.

I said, my eyes darkening with a quiet, dangerous anticipation. For a fraction of a second, nothing happened. And that less than a second felt like forever, stretching unnaturally as though time itself hesitated under the weight of what was about to unfold. Then— The air shifted. A faint, almost imperceptible displacement brushed against my face, as though the wind itself had been sliced open by something sharper than steel. Kyde had barely adjusted his stance, his grip tightening on his dagger, his body hunched with the intent of lunging forward, muscles coiling in preparation to strike first.

Alexander wielded his sword, unleashing over 10 crescent-shaped sword energies, each slicing through the air with a sharp, piercing sound. These were not mere probes but the most powerful strikes his regular sword techniques could produce. A series of explosions echoed as the sword energies collided with Shayla's staff, all of them being deflected without harming anyone. At this moment, judging by the aura she emanated, Shayla had firmly stepped into the ranks of a pinnacle semi-Empyrean. This battle formation could transfer power, making it quite formidable.

But, my queen, I could never lie to her. “What happened?” Patrea’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She was back. But just her. “Where is Blade?” I responded with a question instead of giving her an answer. “He gathered his people in the secured part of the territory, and he is now speaking to them. He would let them know Althea was taken and that the enemy was bigger than them. He doesn’t want to hide anything, so his people can also take precautions and not leave the secured area. Adan and Lucy are with him.”

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

His eyes scanned the room as if seeking the right words. “Maybe,” he said finally. “But whoever it is, they’ve waited a long time to make their move.” Matteo swallowed. “We have to be ready,” Dominic said, voice steady again. “This isn’t just about Leo or me. It’s about the empire. And what it cost.” Matteo looked up, searching Dominic’s face. “And us?” he asked softly. Dominic’s expression softened just a fraction. “You,” he said. “Stay close. More than ever.”

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

The Blades were more feared than ever since their new generation of women were even brutal. “I believe the next generation would even be more ruthless,” Juliet observed and spoke. “Well, I think the ghosting technique is the best. With Doctor Sarah’s help, they should be able to have more multiple births and look even more identical. The Blades corporation is also expanding very fast, more hands would be needed,” Casper agreed and elaborated in his usual calm tone. “You always have it planned out,” Caddaric smiled in agreement. “And you have learned well,” Casper complimented him.

Chris asked as he saw Emile looking longingly at the lazy setting around her. “Let’s go in.” Emile knew how important this was to Chris. She wanted to be with him, to support him. Night Blade had a ruffian look and aura unlike Night Wing and Night Rider who had a more polished, sophisticated appearance; he was Chris's general in the dark while Night Wing and Night Rider followed him in the light. He was sitting tiredly in the main hall when Chris and the others entered. He stood up in attention as he saw Chris. “Sit down” Chris shook his head helplessly “Have I not told you to be at ease when there are no outsiders?”

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.