Romans & histoires Dominion Of Blades Book 3

The entire mountain groaned beneath the strain, and the ground trembled so violently that broken pillars collapsed into the abyss surrounding the ancient sanctuary. A crushing force pressed against my chest, making every breath feel heavier than the last. The fragment sleeping inside my blood responded instantly, surging through my veins with blazing silver energy that spread beneath my skin. The mark behind my shoulder burned with such intensity that I instinctively reached toward it, only for the Blade of Ardyn to blaze brighter in my grasp. The weapon hummed with ancient recognition, its silver flames climbing higher until they illuminated the shadows surrounding Kael and me.

The Fractured Dominion ••• The first light of dawn barely pierced the dense canopy of the Dominion. Mist clung to the ground like a ghostly blanket, curling around the gnarled roots and thick trunks of ancient trees. The air was damp with the lingering scent of battle blood, sweat, and the subtle metallic tang of silver energy that still hummed faintly from Aella’s hands.

It takes everything in me not to join in. When it fades, I step back, raising my head high. Dominic steps forward then, a small ceremonial blade in his hand. It’s simple, silver with intricate carvings, and glints in the firelight. “This blade has seen every Alpha of the Valens pack,” Dominic says, his voice carrying easily. “And tonight, it marks Nina as one of us. As our leader.” He turns to me, holding the blade out. “Your palm,” he says softly.

"Don't you dare repeat those words again. Because if you do, I won't think twice before I dethrone you from your position and feed you to the wolves. I have taken enough of your trashy talks. And if you have come here to discuss Azura and her father, then I better inform you that I do not care about her. She is a vampiress who needed more power, and I needed blood. We are fucking friends with benefits. I hope you do not come back here to repeat this trashy mistake you just made. Now, is that settled?" Blade said, watching as they nodded their heads quickly to show understanding of what he had said. "Good. Now leave. I have a mate to tend to. And when you come visiting me next time, come with

In his grasp was the Veilblade, its darkness consuming the very air around it. Elior felt himself speak, though the words were not his own. “You cannot win this.” The First King snarled, gripping the sword tighter. “Then I will make sure no one does.” He raised the blade high, and with a single strike, the battlefield cracked. Reality itself screamed. Then, silence. The vision ended. Elior staggered back, gasping. The chamber returned around him, his companions watching with alarm. The Veilblade was in his grasp, its presence thrumming against his skin.

“It’s late. Get some rest. You had a long day. And tomorrow, you will certainly have another one. That’s the thing about being a ruler, Katniss. Every day, there will be a struggle. Every day, there will be different kinds of battles you must win.” Blade was about to leave when I grabbed his hand. He just evaded the subject. And I couldn’t push it, that would mean crossing this invisible boundary between us. All it took was just a glance for Blade to know everything about me. He knew my dreams, my desires, and even my favorites. He even knew my body more than I did. And right now, as we speak, there was a chance that he could see through my mind and my heart again. I know nothing about this

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

His eyes were wide, not believing I could overpower him, in such shock, that he didn’t see my attack as I thrust my blade into his side. The look that came across his face made me smile in a sadistic way, the pure look of not understanding what had just happened. I pulled the blade from him, just to thrust and dig it back in. Not once, not twice but three times until his ax fell from his grasp and left it in my hands. I drove my sword back down one more time delivering the final blow. Around the arena, I heard the muffled mumbles and whispers as they looked in shock at my blood-drenched body. I was soaked in the rich red of their essence.