Concordia Blade Novels & Stories

he muttered, not daring to share his attention with the cloud separated from us through the windshield. "We have to do something that would destroy it forever," I muttered and Liam groaned in anger. "You are distracting me!" He snapped. I reached into my purse and pulled out the blade again, holding it tightly. Liam finally looked at me, his brows raised in surprise. "That blade…" "It kills demons," I said and he smiled in relief. I unsheathed the blade, waiting for it to sneak in. The drums began to play again, faster and stronger. The louder the drums got, the light-headed we became.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

She answered. "Who will protect Patrea?" I asked again. "I will," Blade answered from behind me. "I don’t have any fucking magic, but I have a wolf and a strong witch with me. We will find a way to protect Patrea." "With your life," I told him as I turned around to face him. "With our lives." He added before he extended his hand for me to take. I looked at it before I clasped mine with his as we shook hands, firmly sealing the promise he made to me.

The chains also dangled to make a deep sorrowful and pain-felt sound in the background. "Now I shall have the strength of an angel altogether and rule as a god before these competitors owning half of my city!" Blade stormed full of ecstasy and with his arms spread a little higher above his shoulders, he grunted but still hungered to be satisfied while having his tongue roll around his lips, to the lower part of his beard and to his moustache.

she commanded. ​The pipes shattered. Scalding steam blasted into the corridor, mixing with the salt crystals to create a high-conductivity mist. ​"Kael, the Blade!" ​Kael lunged. He didn't strike the Apostles. He drove the Hush-Blade into the floor, right into the center of the mist. ​The Blade didn't glow gold this time. It turned a brilliant, electric white. The "Scream" of the Tuning Forks was instantly neutralized, the energy grounded through the salt-mist and the Blade’s obsidian core.

One weapon accomplished, imbue blade strength success. Tink! State blade release. Name : blade Strength : 10 "What a miracle." The leader didn't consult, he knows the conversation between elder 1 and Cleo Nie. Before Xiao Wan gives the blade, everyone already lines up to make a request. "I want a sword." "You rejected before." "You missed hearing." "Your blind indeed." "I want a knife." "I need a girlfriend." "Bro, you older enough." "This is blacksmith!" "Damn!" "What do you expect with the plan?" The leader sigh, prepare some excuse.

I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or not. A quick look to the left tells me that Connor was the fastest to reach his pole. His long limbs have enabled him to climb the pole like a seasoned monkey and retrieve the first blade. He raises it in the air like a prizefighter, all the while clinging to the pole and I hear Helios shout, “That’s my boy!”

He's strong physically and when he is using his powers, but not by sense, in terms of enemies and other elemental users. "You can sense that kind of thing?" He asked, I sighed at how innocent he is when it comes to this basic training we got from my clan. Especially when our Goddess is the Goddess of Fire and war. We followed the kid inside his house and saw there two other children. A boy and a girl. Looking at their eyes, it's bluish-gray. And one thing comes to my mind, wind.

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.”

The blade passed harmlessly through, leaving nothing but rippling darkness in its wake. Kael didn’t stop. He pivoted instantly, dragging his blade back across the arc where the figure reformed. This time, he infused the strike with everything he had—speed, force, and a raw edge of fury that burned through his veins. The shadows recoiled. Not much. But enough. A faint ripple—like something real had been touched. “There you are,” Kael muttered. Behind him, Lira darted forward, her twin blades flashing as she slashed through the lingering tendrils. “So it can be hit,” she said, breath steady despite the tension. “That’s something.”