Fable Of Blades Novels & Stories

The old king was so gone in madness that he had ripped the head of a visiting dignitary clean from his shoulders. Her mother had loved to tell that tale at the hearth, when it had been time for the prey shifter children to sleep. She told of the handsome young Lycan rising against his father. How he had ripped into shift on a moonless night, taking on the berserker form, and defeated the old king in single combat. Whenever her mother would tell of it, Cassidy felt as if she were there, fighting alongside the young prince. Her mother had made the story so detailed that Cassidy could believe she had witnessed it herself.

I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding. But if he was not here for that, what did he come here for? “I want you to get a blade for me” he continued, overlooking the balcony and the stables below from a distance with his eyes. When I still remained silent, he carried on “the vendor must not know you’re from the castle or have any connections with us. All you’re permitted to say is that you need an enchanted blade for protection. There’s a chance he would bring out the specific blade I seek with the rest of his collection. You would purchase the blade and return to the castle. If the blade is not among the pile he displays to you, press further and if he does not give in, purchase

My vision blurred. She arrived before dawn. Stepping from a fold in the air. No army. No speech. Just her. I stepped forward. "You came for my death," I said. "Let’s find out which of us deserves it." She unsheathed a blade made of mirrored glass. It reflected all my faces—every version I’d ever been. We fought. Steel clanged. Magic flared. Time buckled. She cut me. Deep. But I screamed a truth into the grove, and the grove answered.

She had a wrapping around her eyes, and her stomach was slightly larger than the last time I had seen her. “Gross,” Juliana said under her breath as Sable leaned into him, and I shook my head as he moved his hand up and into her hair. Cain suddenly twisted it, pulling her head back as he unsheathed a curved silver blade from his hip and lifted it to her throat. Her cry of terror was audible through the thin wall of the house, and I panicked, standing. I had seen the blade before in some of my father’s books. It was a Binding Blade.

“The threat is gone?” “The main force is entombed,” Valerius confirmed, his gaze on the still-smoking scar on the mountain. “But the Wheel is a hydra. Cut off one head, others will be stirring in the shadows. And we have made a powerful enemy today beyond the fanatics.” He nodded toward the east, where Gryffen’s lands lay. “He will hear of this. He will call it an atrocity, a reckless endangerment of the kingdom by barbaric methods. He will use it to turn the other eastern lords against us, and against the crown for siding with us.”

I already had a notion of why she was here, but I wanted to wait to be sure. "Is it true? Is Blade back?" She bit her bottom lip as she waited for my response. "Yes. He’s gone back to his own pack." "So it’s true Alpha Fabian is dead." "Yes, he is." I let out a sigh. "Did Blade mention something about the mark? If he would remove it now? I know there’s probably a lot of things going on with him right now, but I was just wondering if removing the mark was part of his plan."

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

This old blade, stained with blood that had fused with the metal, emanated a chilling killing intent, evoking the brutality and bloodshed of the past. Seeing Kiran's interest in the blade, Lilian explained, "This blade is a trophy from the battle at Belleford Mountain, where Sect Leader Axel Yanes defeated the top master of Sunland." Hearing that it was Axel Yanes' trophy, Kiran felt a deep respect. "During that battle, Sect Leader Yanes summoned the dragon spirit of Belleford Mountain to slay his opponent," Lilian added somberly. "This blade has killed many of our people, and despite being here for years, it remains tainted with evil."

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.