Concordia Blade Novels & Stories

I watch, breathless, thinking it will disappear — but instead, the condensed currents split, sliding smoothly along both sides of his throat, brushing the skin with the gentlest, most deliberate, and menacing caress, before they meet again behind his neck. There, in a heartbeat, the wind snaps back into form, reforming into a razor-fine blade. And then — faster than the eye can track — it whips across the room. CLANG. The windblade slices straight through a steel art sculpture standing by the far wall — a polished metal spiral about thirty centimeters wide — and cuts it clean in half. The halves clatter apart with a ringing sound, the edges gleaming sharp and fresh. The blade itself dissipat

“She knows!” His mate reacted immediately, twisting to get her eyes on the enemy, but it was still too slow. Luna Eleanor thrust a silver blade into her back, the tip of the knife piercing through her shoulder, gleaming at Connor, taunting him with its red hue. Inga stepped back from her attacker, her foot tipping on the stairs and he watched with horror as she fell.

- Well, Alud, I will certainly tell you if I see something, I myself am extremely interested in my nature of seeing your world. I see you are tired, you can rest in the bedroom on the second floor - Conrod says, looking at the leader of the werewolves. Indeed, Alud had not yet fully recovered from the battle and escape from prison and looked extremely exhausted. Alud nodded approvingly and embracing Yulia went up to the second floor with her. Duk, meanwhile, took out a long bundle tightly wrapped in cloth from a black bag. Turning it halfway, Conrod saw an unusual-looking blade, all covered with hieroglyphs, which burned slightly, as if a flashlight was built into it. Duk placed the blade ca

Without a word, he nodded his head and gave me his full trust. Taking the blade, I slid it across his palm, not cutting too deep or too long. When I saw his blood, I felt a stronger desire to drink from it, but I managed to keep myself under control. Removing my hands from touching his hand, I looked back at Mathew. “Watch closely.” I told him before facing Stryker. “You don’t have to say anything, just give me some sort of sign or something that allows me to know I can drink your blood.”

Sia, on the other hand, was pulling off the same technique. Eliza was taken aback. Sia Celeste ran forward during her moment of confusion. Sia put the rest of her aura and mana into her blade, causing the ice dome to collapse. She was willing to stake all on this final move. [Aura of Elemental Ice] That's what she'd call it. A whirlwind of mana blasted across the room as the glittering silver sword got closer. The particles in the air were frozen with each movement of the sword. [Blade Law]

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.

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."

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

A loud music came from the room, mixed with the voice of cheers and laughter, it also smelled like sex and cigers. Some were watching a football match, few were gathered around a table in a hot discussion, while the rest had girls on their laps, who laughed and giggled at every word being said, funny or not. "Terry where is the Boss?" A red haired name Drumbo said as he took a tip from whatever was contained in the red cup he held in his hands.

"It would have been simpler to lop the heads off of dissenters than take in an outcast and train her to slit throats in the dark." "Careful Lycan Lord." Cassidy's voice was soft, a deadly whisper. "Men tend to look the same in the dark. I'd hate to accidentally slit your pretty throat by mistake."