Concordia Blade Empire Novels & Stories

The pressure chamber compressed, vacuuming the air before detonating in a brilliant flash of multi-colored light. The void wave fractured, splintering into harmless sparks of purple mist. Before the Emperor could recover, Caelum and Lyra broke through the smoke, materializing directly in front of him. "This is for my pack!" Caelum roared, bringing his shadow-forged blade down in a brutal, sweeping arc aimed squarely at the Emperor’s neck. The blade struck the Emperor’s weeping obsidian crown with the force of a falling meteor. CRACK! From the entity echoed a shriek that cut like a knife, and a web of fractures spread across the obsidian mask. The Emperor stumbled backward, his ghostly form b

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

It was a geometric distortion in the steam, a ripple the human eye wasn't built to track. A Syndicate Ghost. Optical camouflage was expensive, nearly invisible to the Argus system, and utterly silent. The 'Third Heartbeat' in my gut kicked—a violent, thrumming resonance that synced with Damian’s pulse. Three. I reached into my hair, fingers locking onto the cold titanium hilt of the Phantom Blade. Two. I pushed the burning pressure in my chest down into my arm, through the metal, and into the oxygen itself. One. I didn't run. I simply stopped being where I was and arrived where I needed to be.

I want him to know that even if he’s right, he doesn't own my appetite. His phone buzzes on the armrest. Dante glances at the screen. Something in his face changes instantly....a sudden, jagged shift, like a light being snuffed out. He turns the phone face down with a sharp, violent motion. "Problem?" I ask, my voice sounding small against the sudden tension. "Nothing that concerns you." His voice is different now. The "grumpy" distance from before has sharpened into something dangerous. But I saw the name on the screen before he covered it. One word. A name I don’t know.

"And no more princess. If less you accept, this princess is a badass and crazy and will kill every person you care for and love." "Consider me staying in line, princess." His words are quiet as I keep the point of the blade pressed firmly against his neck. My eyes on it, watching the tiny drop of blood run down his neck, my eyes slowly looking across her body as my breathing hitches. He is wild, and smells it as well. "Like what your eyes are eating princess?" His voice a growl.

She asked and Lydia pointed him to the podium making a speech. "The beta is being serious for one time." She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Now it is time to introduce to you guys our two new additions members, Lydia Neville and Mia Thompson." Blaze said, Lydia and Mia walked to the podium confidently. "It's time to welcome them in our pack." Blaze said and smiled at his mate. He take a knife and slice Lydia hand, Mia hand and his hands to create a bonding. "Repeat after me." He ordered and they nodded it. "I, (names), will swear for my whole life to protect and to not betray this pack with all my heart."

"The emergency hearing is set for Thursday. That gives us two days to prepare everything." "What are our odds?" Camila asked quietly. "Honestly. Not the reassuring version." Priya considered the question carefully before answering, which I appreciated more than an easy platitude would have earned from me. "Honestly, I think we win the emergency motion. It's thin, and thin motions rarely succeed on their own merits. But I won't pretend Alessia hasn't surprised us before. If she has a witness we don't know about yet, our odds change considerably, and not in our favor."

They all sharpened their focus, studying what was happening. A cruel smile twisted Zeno's mouth. He reached straight into the void and pulled out a bone blade. Demonic aura poured off it like a flood, radiating overwhelming power. On the back of the bone blade, several white skulls were embedded. "The Sky Demon Blade!" Eason recognized it immediately. "No, wait. This is a knockoff of the Sky Demon Emperor's imperial weapon. It's still upper imperial-grade, though. We can't take it lightly." This was why the three demons could suddenly withstand the sword domain's attacks.

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

Their eyes locked onto Kael, their leader’s cold smile never faltering. “You think you can stop this, Prince Kael?” the masked figure’s voice rang out, full of dark amusement. “You think you can stop the inevitable? The empire is already ours.” Kael’s grip on his sword tightened, his voice low with fury. “This empire will never fall under the rule of traitors. You’ve made a grave mistake.” Without another word, the battle erupted. The rebels lunged at them, their weapons raised, but Kael and Selene moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine. They fought side by side, their strikes a deadly dance, the bond between them fueling every movement.