Flash Of The Blade Lyrics Novels & Stories

The clash sent shockwaves through the void, thunder cracking in silence. But just as Lucian raised his sword again to strike, his hand trembled. The grip on the sword weakened as a stabbing pain pierced his heart. He gasped, staggering. The blade trembled in his hands as a piece of memory flashed in his mind. He growled and shook his head, pushing the image away. Lucifer’s voice thundered in his ears: "Strike her down son. She is your undoing. She'll destroy you!" Lucian roared and swung the sword again, but his body betrayed him. The same shooting pain pierced deeper this time, bringing him to one knee. He clutched his chest, his breath ragged.

I couldn't see his face to know if he understood me, his hard chest was like a rock pressed against my back. His arm loosened his grip on me, and I swung out of his hold like a poised dancer, the blade ready to find its home. I lunged. He didn't make to move. I closed my eyes, and the singing stopped. It was silent and I was shaking, I couldn't bare it— I couldn't bare to look into another pair of fading eyes. I wouldn't look.

Her pulse thrums through the bond, wild and fierce and so alive it hurts. “Ready?” she says. The cracks in the sky flash once—gold, like my veins, like her eyes when the fire takes her. I bare my teeth. “Always.” The first one moves. No—blinks. One second it’s twenty paces away. The next—its mouth is inches from my face. I don’t think. I just burn. The gold tears through me like lightning. My blade arcs, a line of fire, and the thing splits in two—folding wrong even as it falls.

Liam replied. Hearing this, Armaan's eyes darkened but immediately he composed him and gives a little laugh hearing which all becomes a little anxious. Armaan said, “Yes I know so let’s play fair.” Liam replied, “Fair enough.” Both made a handshake as if they were making out a gesture of deal and setting out the pace for their armory. Sometimes fight between men doesn’t need many words only the match between their eyes depicts the sharpness of the sword.

Immediately afterwards, he slashed at Alex with his sword. The swing of the blade seemed otherworldly as light burst forth from the blade, like millions of stars pouring out in torrents. A myriad of blade aura condensed into a single point. The dazzling light from the blade made people unable to open their eyes. Alex stood there without moving a single inch, as though he had been frightened out of his mind. Anna and Cheryl shouted at the same time, “Watch out!” However, they could only see Alex’s back, and not his eyes.

She had to block or counter that sword skill. When she listened to her body, she found her blood flow increasing now. This would be the perfect time to use it. So she prepared herself … with her other hand ready to cast an ice weapon. “Serpent’s Flash.” It all happened in just a blink—Larice found her vision blinded with a flash of light for a moment, but when she opened them back, Estes was right in front of her with an unseeing, deadly wave of his katana. But then, something blocked his blade.

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.

Pathetic. I raise my arms, blade poised high, cold steel gleaming beneath the flickering light. I scream as I drive the blade deep into his chest, feeling it slice through flesh, muscle, and bone. I feel the brittle snap of our withered bond breaking inside me like a dry twig, echoing in my ribs. I press the blade in harder, snarling into his wild, panicked eyes, forcing him to relive every pathetic moment of his pitiful life as it bleeds out of him.

Christina's voice remained calm, yet it pierced straight into Lucien's heart like the sharpest dagger. He stumbled back, step by step, until his shoulders hit the wall with a dull thud. There was no way out. All color drained from Lucien's face. He opened his mouth but couldn't form a single word. Christina abruptly stepped back, the mocking smile on her lips vanishing. "You can't even answer such a simple question," she said, her tone cutting. "What else is there to explain? If I could turn back time, Lucien, I'd rather have never met you."

“When she appears, don’t hesitate. No matter what she looks like.” I swallowed, gripping my blades tighter. “Even if she looks like my sister again?” His gaze softened, almost human. “Especially then.” The crimson light on the horizon flared, splitting the sky. Mona’s laughter echoed through the wind — cold, triumphant, unstoppable. I raised my blades, the silver glow slicing through the darkness. “Let her come.” The world trembled. And as the blood moon rose fully above us, I whispered a silent promise into the night.