Falcon Blade Terraria Novels & Stories

Then I drew the final knife in. "Because darling," I whispered. "Why would I chase the pup when I could get the beast itself? Why would I settle for the next of kin when I could in fact, become one myself?"

Just being in Lionel’s hand alone sent chills down one’s spine, like an ancient beast about to devour its prey. “This sword is called the Immortal Slayer Blade. It’s an upper-grade fiend artifact. It’s stained with the essence of ancient great fiends and extremely powerful. It’s one of the most precious treasures I possess. “With this knife, you’ll be able to contend with beings in the late Darkness stage, even if you’re at the mid-Darkness stage!” Lionel said excitedly, “I’ll exchange this broadsword for the internal pellet in your hand. What says you?”

I replied sadly. Daciana raced to the top of the mansion, close to the rumbling cloud. The portal suddenly reopened, and the bright light caught everyone's attention. Brenda took a sword and slit her throat. “No, not you, Brenda,” I mumbled incoherently. The portal closed with her in it. Falcon was disrupted. He suddenly halted and let out a cry of agony. Just like he did at the start. Everyone came to a standstill while watching Falcon. He vanished into thin air with a screeching noise. “Yeah!” My surviving army yelled. They went against the remaining Vargulfs and subdued them happily.

Every step Lena took felt heavier, as if unseen hands were pressing down on her shoulders. Cassian and Dorian followed in silence, their expressions grim. Even they didn’t know what this trial entailed. At last, they reached a chamber unlike the others. At the center stood an altar—carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold running through it like lifeblood. Floating above it was a dagger, its blade forged from a material Lena didn’t recognize, its edges glowing with an eerie silver light. Idris moved to stand beside the altar. “This is the Blade of Ancients,” he said. “Forged in the fire of the first Trueborn. It does not spill blood—it takes something far deeper.”

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

Blake hissed. "Did I mention? If you kill me, your daughter will die too?" Bradley mocked and now I knew he was enjoying this a little too much for my liking. I don't understand how he can use a child in his sick games. I knew he was a coward because he had to send other people to deal with me rather than simply dealing with me himself. And now he was using my own daughter against me. "Reverse it. Now," Blake shouted. I looked up to see a group of wolves now emerging from the trees with most of them being rogue. But there was also the scent of the pack in there somewhere too which meant all the traitors were now with Bradley and knew what his game was.

he added and let Vala go, pinning her to the ground, he turned to face Daniel. "I came here to give you this," Nilela said and brought out a golden transparent lantern filled with golden sand. "You said you wanted a personal army so I made the falcons for you, they are neither like us but I created them to be strong in their strengths, whenever you need them, just place your thumb finger on top of the lantern and the falcons are yours to obey. But remember, use them for good purpose only." Nilela gave the lantern to Daniel who collected it with joy. "You can try it to see for yourself."

BLADE'S POV I had been at the balcony staring at the beautiful constellations when she had walked towards the horsemen fountain which was one of my favorite artwork in the house and was also Dexter's most hated artwork. The cool breeze had swept her golden blonde hair across her face making her more enticing to my wolf. "Just stop it!" I snapped at Jordan. The fact that she wasn't terrified by the scary ten foot tall horsemen statues by the fountain made me develop an instant liking towards her.

The smile on his face disappears only for a second before returning, even brighter this time. That's just him. Always smiling and yet full of so much evil. "It does." His men answer for us. Those stupid dogs who worship the very ground Falcon walks on. Falcon motions with his hand, and a large kitchen knife is brought to him. The girl in the chair starts to struggle again, the fear evident in her eyes. "Shh...shh.." Falcon shushes her. She stops struggling but can't stop sobbing. Falcon brings the edge of the knife to his hand. He looks the girl in the eyes as he drives the knife edge against his palm.

With a solemn determination etched upon her face, she accepts the responsibility entrusted to her, embracing the role of defender and protector. Thorne's voice resonates with conviction as he imparts his knowledge, sharing the secrets of the weapons' effectiveness. Each blade holds the potential to turn the tide of battle, their design honed through years of trial and error. They represent Miguel's legacy, a legacy now entrusted to Zelda to wield against the very forces that took Miguel's life.