Dominion Of Blades Book 3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“A kingdom can survive the death of a king. It cannot survive the division of brothers.” ⸻ The reunited Oath Blade hovered above the cathedral. Its blue radiance flooded every corner of the ancient sanctuary, washing away the darkness that had ruled the chamber only moments before. No one could look directly at it. The light wasn’t blinding. It was… Ancient. Alive. Every engraved symbol along its blade awakened one after another, glowing with the names of Keepers long forgotten by history.

“Nah. Sold him to the black market. As a slave. Also, the women who saw your face have been removed. So don’t worry about it now.” “Thank you.” I started scrolling through the chapters of traditional herbs. “Busy?” “Nah. Just checking the skipped classes.” “I see. Have you met your first target?” “Not yet. I will soon,” I said, feeling something hard pressing against my back. It was the dagger His Majesty had gifted me. I took it out and looked at it carefully. It was a hundred-year-old dagger used by three generations of Alphas. The fact that it was still as sharp as a sashimi knife made me admire it even more.

"They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you know where to strike, they'll still do far better than any knife." I was honestly stunned for a moment as I just looked up at him. Since when did he give me things? Especially something like this. Was he feeling okay? "Thank you... I really appreciate it," I whispered, a little more than dumbfounded as I quickly glanced over the blades. They were nothing fancy, but he was right, they were extremely lightweight. Normally, I wouldn't even be able to lift a normal sword, but I could carry both of these no problem.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

The fire flickered over their face, but never fully revealed it. In front of them sat a black book. Open. Handwritten. And a blade. Eirwen looked between them. “Who is that?” Domenik stood beside her, calm as glass. “Triarch Vow. Discipline. Memory. Judgment.” The robed figure said nothing. She took a step forward. “Do they speak?” “They do,” Domenik said. “But only once.” Triarch Vow rose without sound. The blade was set between them on a low table. Its hilt was obsidian, etched with a symbol she couldn’t quite make out. Eirwen felt a chill crawl up her spine when Vow placed the book beside it and slowly opened to a page near the center.

“I was able to read the book given to me by the guardian of the sprites.” I paused taking in everyones expression before I continued, making sure not to add unnecessary details because I knew if they were aware of what I really had to do then they would do everything in their power to stop me and hence Colby succeeding in his plot to take over and fill the world with evil and blood. “What did it say Anna?” Draven countered quickly, his expression still strained. I squeezed his hand and then continued. “According to the book I need a very specific blade and I will need a group of men, some of the best we have to accompany me.”

_“The blade must be claimed before it claims the world.” The vision cut off as fast as it came. I was on my knees, gasping, with Darius and Kade both reaching for me. “What did you see?” Darius demanded, panic in his voice for the first time since I’d met him. “A darkness,” I whispered. “Ancient. It called Aria ‘the blade’. It wants her. And it said… it said the blade must be claimed before it claims the world.” Elias, who’d been silent this whole time, stepped forward. “Then I won’t let it,” he said fiercely. “I’m the shield. I’ll stand in front of it. I’ll stand in front of her.”

A shiver ran up her spine as she thought about who to tell and what Elder Alpha Blade would do to her if she told and it got back to him. For now, she just needed some rest. ------ Once inside his chambers, Blade paces the room, he stops by his window and looks out over the kingdom's Pride, a smile pulling at his lips as he forms a plan. It was about time he claimed what was his whether Princess Xana agreed to his claiming of her or not. He would claim, mark and mate with her, allowing him to return the kingdom to the glory of what King Lincoln had made it. Then he would be in a much better position to control and return some of King Lincoln’s old laws into the kingdom.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

“We end this now.” He summoned the twin blades of the Dominion—only ever drawn by a firstborn of the line. Fire and frost danced on each edge, and the wind howled with their arrival. The Eidolon General paused. “That steel is forbidden.” “I’m not here for rules,” Aiden growled. “I’m here for my family.” With a battle cry, he lunged forward. Isla met him midair, her blade clashing against his, sending sparks in every direction. The Eidolon moved with supernatural speed, circling Aiden like a shadow, striking at his blind spots.