Novel & Cerita Dominion Of Blades Book 3

No more Nyra Volkov sliding her toxic scent into my councils, hiding silver blades behind her submissive smiles. Dominik interlocks his thick fingers, his eyes locking onto mine with lethal focus. “So that leaves only you, Ebu.” “Blackthorn City is completely under my claw,” I state clearly, meeting his gaze without a hint of hesitation. “No rival packs left standing. The hunting networks Rowan Black was draining are being bound back to our bloodline. The surrounding territories understand exactly who rules the forest. Even the human authorities have been given enough meat to look the other way.”

She granted the Kingdom of Darkness to Tenebris, a man created from darkness, who could wield it for his own advantage, who could delve into the darkest corners of your mind, a man dark enough to make the vital decisions for his kingdom. She granted the Kingdom of Summer to Solis, a powerful man filled with anger, aggression, and an intense possessiveness over his people, who burned anyone who came near. So the Mother altered her choice and created a new man who could better control the fire burning inside him: Ferno. She granted the Kingdom of Autumn to Folium, a very serious and determined man, who believed his kingdom was the mightiest, making him bitter and jealous, taking whatever he wa

you unmade me. "The blade demands blood," a voice whispered beneath the agony—Cael’s voice. Guiding. Twisting. Smiling". My senses collapsed—numb, deadened—swallowed by the silence of submission. Yet again, I was not Henry. Not anymore. Just the Blade. Just ruin it in a man’s shape. It laughed through me—mad, broken, triumphant—as I watched from behind a prison of bone and blood, begging to be free, even as the monster and still, I raised my hands—because the Blade still wasn’t done. It wanted more destruction, more chaos, more blood.

Gasps echoed through the room. One of the councilmen stood in panic. But before she could move, Kael was already there—steel against her wrist, slamming her to the ground with a precision honed in blood. The blade clattered to the floor. Reza let out a sharp breath, rage etched into every line of her face. “Dominion is already lost,” she hissed, spitting the words like poison. “You think you’ve won, girl. But you don’t even know the real plan.”

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

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.

I hissed. “Enough!” Dominic’s voice boomed, the pack instinct roaring behind him. He stepped forward, tension crackling around him, wolf energy manifesting like a storm. “This ends now, Liam. You will not..” But Liam ignored him, eyes glinting as he leaned in closer. “You see, Dominic? She is everything. She is your weakness. She is the reason you will obey me. Now,” he pressed the blade further against my throat, cutting slightly, making me flinch as pain lanced through my neck, “decide. Will you kneel? Will you hand over the throne willingly?”

The three doors loomed before them, carved from flame yet solid as stone, each one radiating a presence so distinct it pressed against the air like different storms colliding. The crown shimmered brightest, its fire curling into regal arcs. It radiated weight—authority, command, and dominion. Yet Mia felt a coldness at its edges, as though stepping through would mean surrendering something vital to wear its shape. The blade was sharp even in light, its form jagged and restless. A hum vibrated in her chest just looking at it, a call to act, to strike, to end. Violence made manifest, yet also resolved—unyielding, dangerous, tempting.

DAWN POV It was over! Good God, it was finally over. I had a full claim over Blade Inc. My mother’s legacy; that was left to her by her parents and ancestors before them. A dynasty that carried the blood and sweat of all the Blades. And it was all thanks to the world’s most badass woman I have ever known.

“Why would I release the only perfect thing you’ve ever made?” A blade flashed. Zayn, bleeding, shaking, appeared behind her, his sword burning blue. He drove it straight through Dominion’s back. The impact lit the sky like lightning. For a heartbeat, Dominion screamed. The chains shattered. Adrien stumbled forward, gasping. But then the impossible happened. Liora’s eyes widened, not in rage, but in agony. She looked down, seeing the blade protruding through her chest. “Mama…” The word broke the world. Sera’s scream tore through heaven and earth. The crimson sky splintered as the lunar light imploded inward, devouring the citadel ruins in a storm of shadow and fire.