Frost Blade Novels & Stories

"Why? What do I have done? Tell me in detail, Blade." Blade struck the table in exasperation with her clench fist. "Don't act innocent, you pervert!" "Pervet? No. Didn't you want it? But your meat juices for me." "Shut up!" Blade threw him the table knife, which made a cut in Lorcan's face. Hearing him talk about it pissed her off. Although she really despises it, she could not deny that her wolf willingly accepted him. It makes her crazy as hell.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

The surrounding space cracked inch by inch like a mirror. The violent energy storm spread out and destroyed everything in its path. Philip kept controlling the Caelum Sword’s sword light as he stood on the spot, watching the result of the collision of the two swords. The moment the sword light touched the long sword, the Frosty Flame quickly crept toward the long sword, trying to freeze the latter. However, the long sword was too big, so the Frosty Flame could only freeze part of the blade. Before it was completely frozen, the Frosty Flame faded away.

They hurled it. Adrien barely managed to block, the impact ringing like a bell and forcing him to his knees. Frost crawled up the blade of his sword, locking it in a sheath of ice. He cursed, shoving it down, but the frost kept climbing, spreading to his gauntlets. Sera didn’t think. She surged forward, slashing her dagger in a wide arc. The blade struck the figure’s arm, but instead of flesh, she felt the resistance of something harder, like striking frozen stone. The dagger’s edge chipped.

He couldn’t control his movements at all. Silver Frost was a type of martial arts that had the element of ice where every move would release air as cold as ice.

He grabbed a knife, carefully slicing a large piece as I replied, "Garden Grounds." "Oh they're already booked, there's a Tinder thing happening there, " "Dang it!" I yelled, stopping the call before shifting through the other contact, maybe Elisa- "Don't try The Sparks, they're booked too," Chris called out, licking his fingers off, "I love chocolate, " he groaned, like I suddenly cared. "Damn it, where else?" I asked to no one in particular. I could feel the stress lines forming. Dad was going to kill me! Yep, I could see the headlines tomorrow, "Superstar Justin Star Ryder, rightfully murdered by Billionaire Robin Ryder for messing up his Launch party."

There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy. He looked at him with his nose flaring, Finn smirked and took out his sword. "Nice to meet you, Alpha Blaze or should I say your majesty." He bowed down playfully, Blaze growled. "I don't know what do you think? I think majesty suits me better." He smirked and Finn glared at him. "You will pay for this." He pointed out with his sword on his chest and lunges toward him, fortunately, his reflexes were good and he avoided the sword then snatched it harshly away from him.

He roared, “Chaotic Judgment!” Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! As it flew toward Frode, countless blade glows seemed to shatter the void and create numerous cracks. Frode controlled the Mourning Longsword and continued to swing the blade glows away. For a while, neither side seemed to be able to do anything about their adversary.