Dominion Of Blades Book 3 Novels & Stories

Nina said before bursting in laughter. "I knew that you knew," Cela said to Hyun. "But it's over." Hyun still couldn't say anything. "I kept forgetting about the fiancé. I'm so bad," Cela continued. "What are you going to do now?" Hyun asked to keep the conversation going. Cela breathed deeply. "What else? Just do what I am supposed to do," she answered. "You mean you're starting the third book?" Hyun asked without thinking carefully. He wanted to take back what he asked.

Running so fast, the trees were almost a blur. She looked down to see the green grass beneath her paws, the soft dewy spikes teasing. Serena came to a halt at the edge of the lake, peering through her wolf’s eyes at the image that formed in the water body. A beautiful raven wolf stood there proudly, body larger than normal wolves and Serena knew that it was larger than the werewolf’s one too but who cares, at least she doesn’t. She sometimes believed that it was probably due to the fact that the moon goddess understood her desire to never be with a male and made her strong enough to go against one. If only she knew.

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

She had a wrapping around her eyes, and her stomach was slightly larger than the last time I had seen her. “Gross,” Juliana said under her breath as Sable leaned into him, and I shook my head as he moved his hand up and into her hair. Cain suddenly twisted it, pulling her head back as he unsheathed a curved silver blade from his hip and lifted it to her throat. Her cry of terror was audible through the thin wall of the house, and I panicked, standing. I had seen the blade before in some of my father’s books. It was a Binding Blade.

Blade watched one convoy after another disappear down the highway, and he didn’t stop any of them. Fear spread faster than fire ever could and a slow smile spread across Blade’s face as he watched all of this happen. Damien had promised not to invade Adrian’s pack yet, and he had kept that promise. Instead, he had shown the entire world exactly what would happen if anyone ever tried to hurt the Viscount pack, "This…" Blade whispered under his breath, satisfaction curling within him as he watched Adrian’s empire crumble to pieces, "...is only the beginning."

But right now, she was one of the weakest in the kingdom, even Jazzlyn was stronger than she was. And knowing that Guard Blade was a Hybrid who could make the best use of both bloodlines to fight made her feel more useless. Even though he didn't win the battle against that Lycan mate of hers, he was still to be praised because not many of those who personally sparred with King Kyle could live to tell the tale. Meanwhile, at the vampire kingdom, Prince Blade opened his eyes to see his father seated on a chair beside the bed. His entire body felt as it it had been stepped on by an elephant. The last thing he recalled was engaging in a brutal fist with the Lycan king in the forest.

“The eastern territories. The silver mines. The river trade. You will rule them. Not as Luna…better. As a queen in your own right. No twin to share a bed with. no Alpha to bow to. Just you, and your crown, and your half of the world.” My mouth was dry. I licked my lips and tasted ash. “You’re lying. You’d never share power. Look at you…you’re not capable of sharing anything. You’re a disease wearing a man.” “True.” He smiled, and it was almost beautiful in its honesty. “I am a disease. I am also the only person offering you a throne instead of a noose. Blade is coming, Tanya, and when he arrives, he will tear this kingdom apart looking for your head. Unless.”

The discreet fist of the kingdom. Makil took it all in with a single, sweeping glance—the posturing lord, the defiant clans, the solitary man on the bridge holding the peace by sheer will. He saw the game. Gryffen wanted a provocation, an excuse to cross that bridge and claim “restoring order.”

And yet, having one arm did nothing to slow it down. Enraged by his growing weakness, Sethlzaar cast his caution to the wind and charged the second unsouled as its attention turned to a kingblade that seemed to come out of nowhere in his tattered red uniform, eyes raging mad, high off whatever insanity found him on the battlefield as he howled his arrival. Sethlzaar’s movement was fluid, quick, and efficient as he sailed past the one armed opponent and launched straight at the other as its blade came down on the kingblade with blinding speed, and he took its head as it took the man’s.

Bri Once the fighting started, it felt like time slowed down all together. The fighting seemed to go on forever. I lost track of where Dominic was. I searched the screens hoping to find him. I had to know he was ok. But it was like he had disappeared altogether. And then I saw him being carried out of the trees. He was thrown over Landon's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. In front of him was Blake caring another still body. This one was not being carried so nicely and looked like his throat had been ripped out. The fighting stopped. All eyes were on them. Blake threw the body he had been carrying onto the ground. Every member of The Demon Shadows fell to the ground submissively. "Those of y