Flash Of The Blade Lyrics Novels & Stories

Clang— The gleaming white blade clattered to the ground, accompanied by a splash of crimson. Leif’s hand, sliced open by the blade, was now fully exposed before Raina. The blade had been razor-sharp, and he had grabbed it barehanded. Keegan had struck with full force, showing no mercy. As a result, the gash across Leif’s palm was deep—flesh torn and bleeding profusely. Once the blade was removed, blood poured freely from the wound.

To⁠o slow. Lyra​ launched herself at th​em with⁠ a⁠‍ sn​arl that‌ di‌dn’‍t sound entirely human. H‌er first‍ strike seve​‍red the wrist of the closer man, blade⁠ fla⁠shin​g s‌ilver in⁠ the torchlight. He screamed,⁠ stumbling. She kick⁠ed his k⁠‍n⁠e⁠e inward w​ith bruta​l force, se‌ndi​n⁠‍g him c‌‍ollap‍sing i​n‍​ a heap. The second lung​ed, b‌u⁠t sh‍‌‍e grabbed‌ him by t​he front of his arm⁠o‍r and sla⁠mmed him i​‍nto th‌e wall hard⁠ enou‍gh‌ to crack stone‍.‌‍ “Y‍ou⁠ thin​k yo​​u‌ can touch wh​at’‌s m‍ine‌ to‌ protect?” s‍he hiss‌ed, d‍riv⁠ing her blade into hi⁠s ch⁠est.⁠

“You owe me—” “No,” I cut in. “You owe them.” Her gaze flickers toward the pack—those kneeling, those broken. Her empire built on fear and blood now reduced to silence. I lift the sword. The moonlight gleams against the steel, sharp and merciless. “This is mercy,” I murmur. Her lips move—perhaps a curse, perhaps a plea—but the words die as the blade falls. The world holds its breath. The relic’s light bursts outward, flooding the hall with a blinding flash. For a heartbeat, everything is silent—no screams, no breath, no sound—just the soundless pulse of release.

I staggered back in horror, unable to tear my gaze away. What… what is this? I watched my reflection as her lips parted. A silent scream tore through her, but no sound followed. Her face contorted, twisted with agony, as if her very soul was being shredded. The vision flashed. Suddenly, a blade, cold and merciless plunged into my chest. My reflection’s eyes widened in shock, her hands wrapping around the sword hilt as if trying to stop the inevitable. Blood poured down her trembling fingers. My throat closed. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.

The whispers grew louder, but I pushed back, channeling the same defiance that had broken the mate bond. --- The blade began to crack, its dark energy spiraling out of control. Veyron screamed in rage, throwing Darius off and turning toward me. “You’ll destroy us all!” he bellowed, his voice filled with desperation. “Maybe,” I replied, my hands trembling as I poured my will into the blade. “But at least it’ll be on my terms.” The chamber shook violently, and the blade shattered in an explosion of light and darkness. When the light faded, I found myself on my knees, the world spinning around me. Veyron was nowhere to be seen, his presence seemingly erased.

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.

Not vampire speed. Not coyote speed. Light speed. The world blurred. I was beside Remy before he hit the ground. Caught him. Lowered him gently. His fur was warm under my fingers, chest rising fast. The king turned. Stone eyes tracked me—impossible. I smiled. “Let’s try that again.” I flung the light blades. They sliced through stone chains like butter. Links exploded into dust. The king roared. Reservoir water boiled. Seras joined—maple fire weaving with my Light, creating solar flares that lit the mist gold.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

If they had known, they would have run by now. Suddenly, a surge of sword-skill came. Before they knew it, the shimmer of a sword flashed before them, followed by Zephyr’s sudden appearance. “Fourth Slash!” he said quietly. Blade after blade appeared around them, powered by Zephyr’s Lightfoot. With a disgusting, loud crack, and a spray of fresh blood, two of the Sun fighters were cut limb from limb. “Die!” One of them yelled, angered by the death of their comrade. “Fifth Slash!” Zephyr cried, he vanished and reappeared out of thin air in front of the man. “Not this time!” the man yelled, he reached out for Zephyr with his tiger-like claw attacks.

Not only that, but they were powerful and added pleasant vibrations to the car. "You don't like the sound of yer own people? For shame!" Dillon said dramatically as he checked his mirrors again and backed out. He shifted into drive and off they went. As they started down the road, Dillon hummed the lyrics to "Flash of the Blades". "As a young boy chasin' dragons, with yer wooden sword, so mighty-" "My people, haha stop it! I can get down with this!" "You lived for the touch, for the feel of the steel~