Dominion Of Blades Book 3 の小説・ストーリー

His gold eyes were bright, and his throat was bare, the silver scars glowing faintly in the pale light. "This is yours now," he said, holding it out to me. His voice was a rough whisper, but it was strong. It did not crack. It did not fade. "You are the alpha now. You should carry the alpha's blade. You should carry the weight." I looked at the blade. The dark metal seemed to drink the light, but I could feel the power sleeping within it, waiting. The same power that had slept in the Kingslayer. The same power that had slept in the dark dagger. The same power that slept in my blood, dormant now but not dead.

"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.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Everything was pitch black with a bright white light in the middle of it that was obscuring my vision further. “Agrh!” I screamed as the person whisked past me slicing my arm with a blade. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed out again as the blade slashed across my cheek. Crouched down on the floor holding my face as blood seeped through my fingers, I cried out desperately for Mina to help me. “This is a silver blade soaked in wolfsbane, your mutt won't be able to save you this time Freya!”

He tried to take my family away! I look over to see Blake fighting with him. Wolves start to attack Blake, bitting, and claw at Blake, trying to help the alpha king take him down. I let out a growl, feeling the beast within me fighting to come out. I quickly start to make my way over to them, slicing through the wolves with the silver blades. A few of the wolves quickly move away, avoiding the silver. I watch as the alpha king go to attack Blake, while Blake's busy killing the wolves. I flip the twelve-inch silver blades in my hand, grabbing the handle, repositioning it. I throw it like a spear and watch as the blade pierces deep into the alpha king's chest.

Arthur clenched his jaw, “I’m not saying there won’t be a fight. I’m saying that Daphne–” He broke off as Blade stirred, standing in the shadows under the faint light of the crescent moon. His eyes were vacant. Arthur’s heart clenched as he remembered that Mamie had been among the crazed werewolves and he had ripped her head from her shoulders in a fit of fury. “Blade…” He looked away from him and walked past, “I have no interest in fighting for the kingdom.” Rex gasped, “Blade–” “I have to think of my son. He’s the only…” Blade’s voice cracked. “He is all I have now.”

He called me a liar and that’s when I snapped, I felt Legacy and Miracle retreat to the back of my mind and Faith jumped out of room. I grabbed my silver tip blade and I slowly started to slice this man letting him bled and then he thought it would be funny to start laughing I took the blade and stabbed him in different selection of his body making him scream loudly, I puncher his lungs when I did so I decided that I would make him drink a potion that I had spelled and shoved down his throat it was to making him die slow bloody death, since he was a shifter I had to keep cutting him until the potion was coursing through his veins I could tell when it had made its way through his body he stop