Enchanted Justice Blade Novels & Stories

As if an outside knowing was whispering the truth in my ear, I could hear it clear as day. I didn’t just believe it – I knew it! Ani hadn’t killed them… Yes, he had the power and ability, but he hadn’t... At that, Erebus suddenly materialized in front of me, making me stumble backwards. But he grabbed my wrist, pulling me into him. His hard chest felt like ice, his eyes hardened to golden amber. “And pray tell me, mortal,” he spat, his voice a barely concealed growl. “How well do you know your beloved God of Justice? Have you truly seen what he’s capable of?”

"I do deserve all of it. Can you kill me with the sword I gave me after I managed to return the jewel you two are looking for?” ***

I single-handedly ruined his name, his legacy, and his entire company without a second thought. He glared at me with eyes filled with rage as if he wanted to tear me apart. But I met his gaze unflinchingly. And then, the judge's gavel struck. And the look on Stuart's face finally changed.

The power dynamics were shifting, the delicate balance teetering on the edge of absolute surrender. My fingers finally brushed her cheek, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt of raw pleasure through me. Her breath hitched, her lips parting slightly, a silent invitation. The rage that had been my fuel now transformed into a fierce, protective possessiveness. This was no longer a game of dominance; it was an affirmation of connection, a primal bond I was finally ready to forge. The tremor amplified, a wave of mingled fear and something akin to excitement rippling through her. Her eyes, wide and luminous, tracked my every move, absorbing the raw intent etched on my face. The air grew heavy, ch

, I said with a smile. We both were talking and my gaze fell on Jake, who was coming with Tina. Behind her back her minions Priya and Supriya were following with their partners. Every girls eyes were on him. He was looking handsome in his royal blue blazer, white shirt, light brown trousers and white shoes. His eyes scanned the room and it rests on mine. His gaze made me uncomfortable. So I looked away. It was time for dance.

The center stone embedded on the scepter gleamed bright blue. “Yerno!” On cue, thousands of spear-shaped ice blades floated above the howling and screeching hybrids and mongrels. Screech! Roar! Talia waited as she watched the enemy cross the distance between them. When the enemies entered Talia’s attack critical range, she waved her scepter. In an instant, thousands of spear-like ice blades pierced the hybrids and mongrels. It did not give an instant kill for the enemy, but multiple hits still resulted in death.

Lucian briefly answered, withholding some information. "Why is he not healing? I need to fully know what happened to him do I can know which treatment I'd give him" Chris instructed sternly. Lucian hesitated for a while, thinking whether to tell him or not. Then he looked at the two nurses who were quick to get the memo and they left. "What was he stabbed with?" Chris pried further. "An enchanted silver dagger" Lucian divulged, earning a gasp from Chris. "That's bad, really bad." Chris chanted, his face showing his worry.

I explained. “You have us however you need us. We will do everything we can to help you fight,” Mateo said. That was good to hear because the next will be the biggest thing for them to wrap their heads around. They were doing really well so far. Hopefully, that would continue. “And that is why we knew we could count on you. The next thing we will explain is the biggest. It must stay between us for now until the council is taken care of properly. The prophecy mentions us as the Enchanted Dezentrae. Kenzie’s and my marks are not the typical ones,” I explained before we both exposed our marks for them to see.

He could see none. "We can get jealous later. But right now, chances for us to leave the place alive is equal to zero" Edward voiced out, bringing Alex back to reality. Is that so? Jason and Alex looked baffled as Edward's words made sense. The guy looked somewhere and there came another three henchmen with unbelievably big knives.

"Marshal Snow, this is the day you die! The fifth style of the 13 Ghost Blades—Soul Slice!" A black arc of blade energy came slashing toward him. Gideon felt a twinge of regret. He should have brought Aldreda with him. He could have used the Beast Supreme Bone Spur. A couple of good smacks would've scrambled Tristan's insides. But even without the Beast Supreme Bone Spur, he still had a weapon. He had the broken blade he won as champion of the Martial Arts Tournament of the Eight Major Royal Families.