Eleonora's Pole Blade Location Novels & Stories

“Give me the Hristoax.” “I-I w-won’t!” The hell with it. She wouldn’t tell where it is. A Noimstre went to Ánië the Dark Child. “The Lenriad troops are—” A beam of light hit the Dark Child’s arm and forced her to throw Ellaine a couple of steps back. They looked at the sky and saw Margarette atop Magor with a newly crafted golden scepter in her hand. The dragon circled in the air as Margarette waved at them.

"Just show me a sign, any sign at all, please... please..." Her fingers closed around the dagger Nina had given her. Wolfsbane, Nina had said. If she stabbed it through the heart of a werewolf it would mean instant death, there was no antidote. Elene looked up and grabbed the dagger. It's blade glinted in the moonlight, whispering the promise of reprieve. She turned the blade, admiring the intricate designs on its hilt. As she ran from the pack, she entertained the thought of driving it through Marcus' heart. Now, she wasn't so sure anymore.

"It’s a Requirement. It’s the final stage of the 'Billionaire Romance'—the total ownership of the heart." Elena looked at the silver-wood shards in her hand. There was one more frequency. One they had never used because it was the "Kill-Switch" for the Everett line. "Alexander," Elena said, her voice cold and clear. "Take Leo and run toward the Core. Don't look back." "Elena, what are you doing?" "I'm going to play the 'Eighth Bar'," Elena said, her eyes turning a color that wasn't silver, blue, or green. They were turning the color of the void itself.

As soon as he was gone, I entered mine and drove home. ********************** “What's going on?” Lauren asked as she watched me bring Eleonora inside. Walking into the living room, I gently set Eleonora on the couch watching her still sleep. She was unconscious for now but I knew I'd have to find a way to get through to her once she woke up. “ What's wrong with her?” Lauren asked walking in almost immediately. “ She is fine.” I said standing up. Heading to the bar, I climbed up. “We just had a little argument. Eleonora wants our mother dead, I also want her dead but I can't kill her by myself.”

“The fated bond cannot survive a parasite blade, Elena! If Klaus dies, our core will shatter!” Elena’s fingers clamped around the hilt of her silver-rimmed dagger until the leather wrapping bit into her raw palm. She didn't look at the sword. She didn't look at the army of weeping mercenaries on the perimeter. She locked her silver, pupil-less gaze directly onto the Weaver’s obsidian eyes.

Then she reached out her hand. The First Mother stared at it. For a long moment, she did nothing. Then she took it. Elena watched them. Her heart felt strangely light. Then she heard footsteps. Lucian. He stood several meters away, holding the ancient blade. His face was tired. Older than she had ever seen it. He walked toward her. “I suppose this is goodbye.” Elena's chest tightened. “You knew this was coming.” “I hoped it wouldn't.” She looked at the blade.

“Go on. Catch your supper.” Elena huffed and knelt at the edge, tightly holding her own makeshift spear… nothing more than a sharpened stick that Leo had carved for her. She peered intently into the water, watching the silver coated fishes dart just beyond reach. She tried once, twice, missing both times as the fishes kept swimming away lazily. Leo’s amused chuckle came from behind her, and she felt like smacking the fishing pole on his head. “Don’t laugh,” she shot back without turning.

He couldn't die now, at least not before figuring out a way to kill that bastard. He sat on the field instead, staring up at the moon and enduring the excruciating pain on his chest. He enjoyed that pain, he thought he deserved it for fucking up yet again. … Eleonora did not return to her room after the guards threw her out of the main mansion. She was restless, unable to sleep, unable to get Leo off her mind. Not knowing what else to do to ease her stress, she made her way towards the shooting range. It was one of the most peaceful places in the mansion, especially since no one visited it but Leo and other clan members when he permitted it.

Her blue veins twitch against her jaw. I do not drop the weapons. I hold the Starfall Blades higher. The Stellar Meteorite Steel catches the blue spotlights of the Hall of No Light. The blades are cold. They feel heavy and perfect in my right hand. "You should not speak to my friend like that," Eliora says. Eliora steps up right beside my shoulder. Her boots snap hard against the black marble floor. Leif does not move. He just shifts his weight. His massive frame blocks the exit to the main gallery.

As Moon and Zeus were not with them, Dabria and Ocean decided to stay alert. "Helenora was the one who gave me the dagger. She said it was the only thing that could kill a powerful immortal like my father. She then instructed me that one day, a woman would come to claim it from me. You came last Halloween asking for the dagger. Well, it was Eve I think." Ocean added while running. They both stopped in the middle. Dabria had a worried look on her face while she was staring at Ocean's face. Ocean smiled widely knowing that Dabria was worried about Ocean.