Novel & Cerita Enchanted Justice 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.

A scar split his left eyebrow, trailing down to a smirk that felt more dangerous than the knife in his hand. He wore a tailored black suit, the arms rolled up to show his thick forearms, he had a tattoo on his wrist. Fortes fortuna adiuvat. It was the same tattoo as the one on the driver's wrist, except this one looked cleaner, with a different font. His gaze flickered to my raw wrists and he laughed. “You're resourceful, I'll give you that.” Then he sliced the rope tying my ankles with his knife. “Stand up.”

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

My father, Grimsburg, held my hand, his eyes filled with a sorrow he tried to hide behind a strained smile. "Caroline Moonbolt," Serbian's voice cut through the night, my name echoing like a death knell. My legs trembled as I stepped forward into the circle of firelight. "You stand accused," Serbian roared, his eyes glowing with a terrifying red intensity, "of treason, of consorting with our enemies." "Brother," Grimsburg pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "With all respect, Caroline is your niece. You can't do this. She's innocent. She has nothing to do with the Ironhearts."

Insults and accusations rained down on me. The scene of my mother's fall raced through my mind. I couldn't stand it any more. By the time I came to my senses, my hands were already wrapped around Summer's throat. "I want you to pay with your life!" Summer struggled in my grasp. The next moment, a powerful force pushed me away. Cade raised a trembling hand and slapped me on the face without hesitation. "What do you think you're doing, Jodi? I want you to clarify right here, right now, that your accusation was false and that you and your mother abused Summer, or I'll…"

“Then what are you here for?” He pulls his hand back out, and there is something in it. Metal catches the low light. He turns it once in his fingers and offers to handle it first. I know the weight of that blade before I touch it. Guild issue. My hand closes around it before the rest of me can object. The balance is clean and familiar and my grip adjusts on its own. “You recognize it,” he says. “How did you get this,” I ask. “It was delivered.” Silence thickens.

Rachel questioned. “Yeah that you sold her to Yuno for immortality, which Yuno is never going to give you?” “Oh, I plan to give it to her.” Yuno laughed. Jayden laughed. “Spell-Blades don’t make deals with humans, right Gage?” he said glancing in Jade’s direction to make sure she was still there. “Jade isn’t going to let you out of this lightly Rachel, she is going to find out the truth.”

I pointed at my brother who laid on the ground grunting. That woman's mouth twitched in a mocking smile and she kept on smiling as if we were exchanging pleasantries. She was challenging me and I was not someone who ever backend up from challenges. I chocked her harder with the help of my other hand. "You can't hurt me-" She chocked. "-he won't let you hurt me." I hated her guts. She thought James would save her but wasn't she forgetting that she was the one who was trying to kill him with a knife just a minute ago. James might be sensitive person but he was not a fool.

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.

I warned James, but I guess he didn’t have the balls to finish what I started. Elena’s eyes narrowed. And now you’ll try? I don’t try, he smirked, I win. With a flick of his wrist, a surge of raw power exploded from him, hurling dust and shards of marble into the air. Elena barely flinched. She unsheathed the curved blade strapped across her back, the same one that once belonged to her father. Flames danced faintly along its edge, it was more than steel, it was vengeance reborn. They lunged at each other simultaneously.