Dominion Of Blades Book 3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Blood spills out from open wound. I take a step back as Valdis begins to stand again. He sheds his black armor, replacing it with deep ruby scales.  His scales, are cold as ice, blaze bright as an ever-flickering flame. His chest holds a hearth of burning fire, although in his remorseless heart lays rime much like the depths of his eyes. He lets out a huff of steamy air from his nose, staring on at me. The officials in the room gather in the back. Waves of fear roll from them in large bouts. My father stares into my eyes sending a large bout of dominance soaring through the room. The intense pressure has me gasping for air but I fight the urge to submit to him by releasing my own dominance.

Three times now. Except it’s not Ayr. My heart isn’t pounding at the sight of the blonde, stern jawed Alpha. I don’t feel more alive than I ever thought possible. I’m still numb and useless. It’s just Dominic. His dark eyes are shining with pity as he leans on his crutches panting. “You. Are hard to find!” he exhales. Wearing a white shirt and leather waistcoat, a long curved silver blade shines as it dangles from his belt.

Waai was excited, but unlike in the utopia, he was more cautious and had learned his lesson to never underestimate the McBlazes. That is why when he got the news of Dom arriving without Iris, he was enraged. He had expected to end everything and everyone and begin his reign on the new world. But now, he might have to kill the Dragon and scour the planet for the tribrid. Still, it was a minor inconvenience to his plans. He needed to be focused to be able to pull off the tricks he had under his sleeve. Dragons were the first to reach the battleground. After that, the witches could use their magic to teleport the rest of the army in batches. Dom and Elijah assessed the situation. It was exactly

Evelyn stabbing him with that blade must have destabilized so much. With a swift move, I took him by surprise, jaws clamping down on his vulnerable neck. His defiant struggles were futile against the inevitability of my victory. As I stood over him, the sunlight casting a haunting glow on our intertwined fates, I met his furious gaze. "This is the end, Callahan," I declared, the weight of my destiny settling upon me. "The Silvercrest Kingdom belongs to its true leader."

I seethed throwing my right hand at him. He tried to stumble backwards but wasn't quick enough, my fist connected with the side of his face jerking his body back a few steps. I got closer and pulled my foot and leg back and rammed it in to his stomach making him double over. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and I grabbed the back of his hair and slammed his face in to my knee. Silas reached behind him and pulled out and large sword and smirked at me. I held my arm out with my hand open when my siphon secured itself in my hand. "I'll be leaving with that siphon." Silas said raising his sword. I raised my siphon blocking his sword from crashing down on me. He kicked his leg out, kicking

THIRD PERSON’S POV The clash of metal and magic split the air like thunder. Dominic ducked just in time to dodge the swipe of a royal warrior’s blade, his own claws extending as he twisted around and slammed his fist into the man’s jaw. The warrior crumpled, but another took his place instantly. They kept coming—wave after wave—royal guards trained to fight supernatural threats, and they fought like machines, like nothing Dominic had ever faced. Behind them, witches chanted in unison, forming binding spells that surged through the battlefield like invisible chains.

The final sovereign of a kingdom born in fire. Scene Two – The Ceremony There was no priest. No chorus. No crowd of nobles chanting her name. Just one man. Luca. He entered wearing black, carrying a box of carved onyx. Inside — a blade. The same blade Isabel once used to carve her mark into the old world. Now repurposed for the new one. He knelt, holding it up to her. “No vows. No god. No bloodline,” he said. “Only ruin,” she whispered.

Victor zipped up his pants and smirked down at her. “Good girl.” Elara stayed bent over the island, legs trembling, his cum still dripping from her. Her body felt used and satisfied at the same time. Shame burned in her chest. But deep in her core, something else stirred. A quiet voice she had buried for years whispered one single word. Soon.