Fable Of Blades Novels & Stories

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.

Her tone was so thick with honesty that it left no room for me to question or second-guess her promise to me. Sighing, I turn my right hand over and stare at the fresh cut with dried blood smeared across the inside of my palm where we made our blood oaths to protect one another. When Regan revealed a razor blade concealed within her bun, I held my breath, internally panicking as I feared she might harm me in some absurd manner. Instead, she ran the blade over her palm, splitting her skin open enough, so a small amount of blood was pooling around the fresh wound, and I stared at her, speechless with wide eyes.

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.

Start- The cool breeze of the early morning was blowing at is full speed where as the sun was about to arise but got covered by the dark side clouds which engulfed the whole sky , stopping the daylight from scattering around . The blow of wind turned more forceful and aggressive as his bewildered and widened gaze trailed at the white satin sheet waving which was wrapping over her whole body who was standing at the edge of that balcony . Her chestnut brown hair were flowing with the force of air as her Amber orbs were starting above at the still dark sky where as her deets were on the ending ceiling of the wall that was covering that balcony on the 17th floor at that building.

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.

Rowan and Xander must have noticed our interaction as they stepped closer to us. I swallowed. “I’ve read about this before. It’s a blade that was said to have been forged in the light of the twin moons. It’s meant to channel pure energy—capable of cutting through even the strongest dark magic. My father used to tell my brother and I stories about it.” Xander reached for the blade, but the moment his fingers brushed against it, the weapon flared with silver light—so bright it burned. He hissed and pulled back. “It rejected you,” Kaida murmured in my mind then turned to me. “Try it.”

The tunnel beyond the chamber stretched on for what felt like an eternity, the darkness pressing against them like an unseen force. The only light came from the faint glow of the two enchanted blades they carried—Elior’s Veliblade and Rael’s newly claimed sword. The crimson veins along its length pulsed with an eerie rhythm, as if responding to Rael’s very heartbeat. For a while, no one spoke. The tension of the battle still lingered in the air, and the presence of Rael’s weapon was undeniable. It was not just a blade, it was something more, something aware.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

She won't just be facing one Cutthroat but 3: A gunslinger, A slayer, and a slicer. One is already hard enough to be defeat in her current state. She barely able to move her limbs, plus her vision turned blurred once again. One in the middle, a young adult holding the sword uttered. “You give us a hard time to find you. Thankfully, someone informed us you are here and give us a perfect picture of your unmask face far from this girl in this pic.” he threw it to Zitrey that fell precisely in front of her foot. It was her old photo as Crimson Blade that only higher-ups can hold.