Enchanted Justice Blade Novels & Stories

The Moonstone blade glows brighter on contact, the gold light intensifying, and the black energy disperses on impact like smoke in wind. "The blade absorbs dark magic," Moira states, moving steadily forward. "You should know that. You've been afraid of it for years." "I'm not afraid of anything." "You're afraid of this." Moira drives the blade forward, not at Melvanie but at the floor between them, carving a sweeping arc of gold light that forces Melvanie backward. "You're afraid of justice. Of accountability. Of the fact that everything you've built can be undone by two words from a girl you underestimated."

But as my eyes adjusted to the spinning crowd, I caught a glimpse of movement over Alaric’s shoulder. A waiter in a crisp white jacket was weaving through the dancers. He wasn't carrying a tray of champagne. His hand was buried inside his vest, and as he drew closer to Alaric's exposed back, the pale moonlight from the grand windows caught the edge of a long, jagged blade. The steel glowed with a faint, sickly purple light—an enchanted weapon. Cursed steel. Alaric was looking at me, his back completely turned to the threat. There was no time to yell. There was no time to pull him away. The assassin lunged forward, the glowing blade aiming straight for the space between Alaric’s shoulder blad

Let me tell you everything inside, my neck is still numb," he said in a serious tone. ***** "How can I tell her the truth? I'm afraid she might faint again." Ibrahil wanted to spill it out only that he doesn't know how she will react. The truth will turn her world upside down, but then again she deserves to know. She brought Andrea into his world, the world of Encantados. They are different from humans because they possess magical powers. They live in a realm invisible to them. They can pretend as humans to find a mate and lure them or enchant them so they can live with them. They can only love once. Whoever owns their heart will own them forever.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

I narrowed my eyes at him with a scowl in return. "Trust me Blade, I don't need saving." Blade licked his lips again and gave a very boyish grin, but his eyes said what he was thinking before the words left his lips. "There's a lot of things you need Tink..." I hissed at his remark, "make my wish come true and disappear then." Blade responded with another mocking yet sinister grin and I glanced over his shoulder in search of Jude and Luka but I couldn't make them out in this crowd.

Kane, Blade had never experienced such profound satisfaction before. Embracing Emily in my arms felt undeniably perfect, and I found myself unwilling to release her. The fact that she carried Jake's mark no longer concerned me; I had shed any worries about his potential return and her departure with him. The fear of investing myself wholeheartedly and being left shattered no longer haunted me. Deep within, I knew that this was my ultimate destiny.

The very flora seemed to respond to her call, twisting and coiling to create barriers and traps that hindered the enemy's movements. Kael's blade glowed with an ethereal light as he channeled his newfound energy. With each swing, he carved through the opposition with unrivaled precision, leaving trails of radiant energy in his wake. His strikes were a dance of calculated finesse, cutting through enemy lines and inspiring awe in both allies and enemies alike.

Instead of pressing his lips to hers for now he shifts his head just a little and leans in to whisper next to her ear. “Don’t fight and you may enjoy this as much as we will.” Elizabeth tries to step back from him but Blade holds her firm until he moves, bending and slipping his arm down over her arse to the back of her thighs so that as he straightens he lifts her up and throws her over his shoulder. Blade turns, walks off of the balcony, through the bedroom into the entry and back out to where Silas and Xana are still waiting for him. Silas smirks liking what he sees he quickly moves turning Xana, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

“Leave it alone!” “What’s the matter?” “You forgot your reaction when you touched this blade back at Dragun Squad Base Camp. This blade has a devilish nature, so you can’t control it now.” “Back then, Blade Hero was known as the great warrior who was invincible in the Transformation Realm,” Tyr replied with a sigh. “He had reached the pinnacle of Transformation and was capable of wielding both the Celestial Blade and the Sword of Grace. Why can’t I control the Celestial Blade now that I’ve reached the pinnacle of Transformation?”