Fable Of Blades Novels & Stories

"That blade is different," Malcolm insisted, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if he could see the enemy camp from here. "Whatever happens, that sword is the critical factor. It’s the key to defeating them if they decide to launch an all-out assault." "H-how could a single blade do that?" Elder Kendrick stammered, his wrinkled hands trembling slightly. "It’s just silver and steel, isn't it?" "Of course not, Elder Kendrick. This is the Silver Vow," a voice cut in before Jane could even open her mouth to defend the Alpha.

Are you referring to the legendary Godslayer Blade? "Godslayer Blade? Never heard of it. This brat is just making up names, isn't he?" Jasper didn't give up on any chance to humiliate Woody. Instantly, Mabel rolled her eyes at Jasper, clearly disgusted by his lack of knowledge. "The Godslayer Blade first appeared in the story of 'The Investiture of the Gods'. It was the magical tool of Jordan Langden, the mythical priest. He could easily use it to behead others, even the powerful deities," Mabel recounted the story.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.

I'll have to struggle to escape, to even survive. Arthur points at me and says, "As retribution for her treason. The meanest alpha of us all, the one who can claim her, will be granted my one and only daughter as a mate. Which means it's time for a good old-fashioned brawl, boys!" My eyes enlarge as the males applaud. I finally raise my head and look directly into my father's eyes. “Papa—”

“That doesn’t matter. All you need to do is tell me where to find it.” “It’s not that easy. The Arctic Blade can’t be acquired, it has to be earned,” Merida told us. “It’s said to be one of the most searched for treasures of the world. Not only vampires but all sorts of species go after it, but so far, no one had been able to find it. Some have even died trapped in the ice Caves of Kamatayan, where it lies on a river that flows through the caves. It’s said to be a sacred sword that had been created by the Gods as a gift to the mages. However, when it fell into the wrong hands, killing hundreds of innocent lives, the Gods locked it up in the middle of a river that has been flowing for centuri

I stumbled forward, gasping for breath, blood trickling down my face from a dozen tiny wounds, "Two down, Ruby. One last to go," The pit of blades awaited, the cruelest challenge of all. Releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding, I saw the last obstacle lies before me — a large pit filled with spinning blades that must be crossed. The blades glinted in the dim light, reflecting the faces of the desperate souls who had attempted to make the crossing before me. Blood stained the blades and pooled on the floor of the pit, remnants of those who had failed.

The strange ancient language came to life. "The blade of light has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of protection runes is carved into the blade near the spine. It was crafted by mage Calwivu, in the Aengmor Forest. It was crafted to kill the immortals. After the battle of Valmir, only two blades have been known in existence. One was kept in a secret location by the were council and the other one belonged to the Vampire elders...." "Vampires!" Harry stopped reading and rushed to inform his Alpha.

she said, and the strange language made me turn to her. “What was it you said?’ I asked her in a voice that held so much worry and she ran her finger over the blade to show me the inscription on it. “Where the future lies in the blade, only light can see.” She said in a confused voice as she pointed at the strange words on the blade. “This,” she gestured at the dagger, “where did you get this?” she asked wide eyed and I gulped. “Is there a problem, mum.” I asked and she hurriedly shook her head, “this has caused lots of death and has prevented a lot as well.” she said pointing at the ,

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

with a scream, Zephyr fought through the pain and opened his eyes and stared straight into the painting. “Blade, the weapon of the nobles, the greats, the kings! “Blade, the Lion of which that all follows. As elegant and free flow as water, as gentle and carefree as falling leaves, as powerful and mighty as the hills… none are greater than thee! “Earth-shatterer bows before your might, I bow before your might, help me find my true calling!” Zephyr stared at the painting, chanting to himself, “Blades, nay, swords, were my favorite weapon after all! Within this painting holds great Focus of the Blade, unrelenting and unforgiving.