Fable Of Blades Novels & Stories

He stood there freezing, completely shocked that the pack was celebrating his departure instead of rioting. Then, Fabian stepped forward and the laughter died. The mood changed instantly. The entire room grew tense. Because everybody knew one thing. While Ford brought solutions. Fabian brought problems. Fabian was the Blade of the pack. He was the warrior alpha who handled the blood and the borders. If he was taking the microphone, it meant something was wrong. Even the older pack elders standing behind us grew rigid, their eyes wide because the twins hadn't told them a single thing about this meeting.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

The golden runes on Caleb’s arms reacted violently, the Vane magic fighting to stabilize the Void. ​When Silas finally stepped back, the daggers now The Eclipse Blades lay on the anvil. They were silent, terrifyingly sharp, and seemed to pull the candlelight into their edges. ​Caleb barely had time to wrap his scorched hands when the ship’s alarma low, vibrating thrum in the Void-Glass rang out. ​He bolted for the deck, his new blades humming at his thighs. He burst into the sunlight just as a high-pitched whistle cut through the air.

she whispered, fear threading her voice. “You survived it,” I said, gripping the handle of my knife, feeling the familiar weight like an extension of my arm. “And then you make sure it never comes back.” Blade gave me a nod, a silent agreement. His gaze flicked to the shadows. “It’s not human. Not really. But it can bleed. And when it bleeds…” His eyes glinted. “…we make it count.” From the corner of my eye, I caught movement. A black blur, almost imperceptible, circling behind the trees. My heart hammered. The figure was patient, letting us think we had a moment’s reprieve. But that was all it was—an illusion.

The blade itself shimmered like moonlight, etched with symbols I didn’t recognize. I reached for it. “Wait,” Kael said. But it was too late. My fingers closed around the hilt— And the world exploded into light. Visions flooded my mind— A war older than time. Gods falling to ruin. A Luna, crowned in silver flame, wielding the blade against the darkness. This is what they fear. The voice wasn’t mine. It was hers. The Luna of legend. And she left me with one truth before the vision shattered— To seal the rift, blood must be given. Yours… or his.

I could see our father standing next to Ava. The drums played, signifying the start of our match, and before I could do anything, a portal opened up behind me as Atlas appeared, attempting to stab me with the king's sword, but luckily, I was fast enough to dodge it. I could hear the crowd gasping. I drew my double blades I had gotten from the armory. Blades were forbidden in the arena, but a dragon never plays fair on the battlefield, and I knew he would use every advantage he could get. That's why the blades I used were dipped in neon liquid at the tip of the blade. One cut into a vein, and he would be weak. One through his heart, and he is dead. He charged at me with the king's sword, with

“I will find the book, and will offer it to your foe as a wreath.” Mayari Tabbu breathed in when the Phantom in front of her disappeared. For she could only think of a person who could have betrayed her and the Kingdom, and she thought what is the thing she was fearful of suddenly appeared. She stared at the Black Blade again and this time she reached out for it, her fingertips touching the brand. But then she felt the blade slice her finger, drawing blood from her hand. “An enchanted blade…” Her eyes widened at the thought. And now she’s even more curious about how the blade was made. And the woman or man who framed her — Mayari Tabbu could never forgive. Once she finds out the truth — the

"Raykon." I couldn't stop the growl that began deep in my chest and rumbled up my throat. I pulled her severed arm so I could see it again. The pain I felt at thinking of her suffering at the hands of that monster blinded me. Until I gazed back into her eyes. "He's dead, but not by my hand. The women from your pack tore him apart. Their vengeance is yours."

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.”

He had something else on his mind, which he didn’t need them for. The fencing strip was a small field on the outskirts of the village. As Stefan and Blake approached, a small group of people gathered around it. Someone handed them each a saber, the blades dulled with magic. They donned their helmets and jackets with eager anticipation, refusing the protective body equipment. Each of them greedy to inflict pain on the other. Blake would have to get through his guard first, but Stefan would show him what pain was. They stood facing each other as sunlight poured into their face masks. Stefan steadied his breath as he approached Blake.