Novel & Cerita House Of Blades

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

I chipped in the update. “Two idiot friends always amalgamating the most stupid ideas” “So what do you think of it?” I was immune to her insults already. Anyone that still gets offended by it is yet to understand that harshness was Hilra’s mother tongue. She thought for a moment and turned to the door when it sounded like someone was walking past. “According to Anthonier, the blade is still with her?” “Yes. I believe it is safest in her room. No one would believe I’d leave a blade that could end me in the hands of a mistress who had barely stayed a full week”

His silence confirmed everything. I leaned closer to him, letting the blade press against his neck. “You don't have the Blade of Vharos. You are bluffing. That blade is in a glass case in my house.” I smiled. “What you kept in that glass case is a replica.” His eyes widened with panic before he quickly masked it. “I have had the original all this while, and I brought it as backup. And look, it came in handy.” Kyle flicked his finger, and I pressed the knife till blood started to spill.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

Didn't I read something that said if you're in love with someone you tend to cop- I pushed the thought out of my mind , refusing to deal with my feelings at the moment . He opened his eyes . "You're knifes are shit" I threw it gently at him . He caught it and examined it . "They're fine" he squinted his eyes to focus on the edge of the blade to see if anything was damaged . "They're not equally balanced" I retorted ; Ace just gave me a confused stare . "They're only training blades" Ace chucked the blade to the side . I shot him an unimpressed look . He raised his eyebrows at me questioning why he was getting stared at . "They're training blades , you're giving your newbies unbalanced traini

“I’m not raising this pup alone, Kieran Byrne. You fight like the monster they fear, and you come home to me.” One last kiss—deeper, slower, a vow sealed in heat and breath. Then I force myself to release her. I grab my blades from the rack, silver and steel whispering against leather. I do not look back. If I do, I won’t leave. The heavy doors groan behind me as I stride out. The indigo symbols on my chest warm like living embers. Outside, the night air is cold and sharp, carrying the distant scent of enemy resin and fear sweat.

It still shocked me that Julio and his fuckheads had been able to royally fuck up so many people’s lives. A black velvet bag appeared in Mom’s hands and was passed over to me. I raised a brow, curiosity taking hold. She matched my expression and gestured for me to open it. Inside of the bag were six ornate blades that were etched with intricate designs. Six-inch blades that looked like they would do some serious damage. There was an undercurrent of power that thrummed through them.

KAI’S POV The blade screamed before it struck. Not audibly, not to the room, but to something older inside me. The wards under my skin detonated into heat as the air split, and instinct tore control from thought. “Zara!” Too late. The blade wasn’t metal. It looked like obsidian glass, curved and narrow, veins of silver light pulsing through it like a heartbeat. It emerged from nowhere, no summoning circle, no warning glyph, just there, sliding out of empty space and into flesh.

The strange ancient language came to life. "The blade of light has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of protection runes is carved into the blade near the spine. It was crafted by mage Calwivu, in the Aengmor Forest. It was crafted to kill the immortals. After the battle of Valmir, only two blades have been known in existence. One was kept in a secret location by the were council and the other one belonged to the Vampire elders...." "Vampires!" Harry stopped reading and rushed to inform his Alpha.

It wasn't just one, but five blades that were aiming for the Mormon King's front body. Then. Jeb. Jeb. Jeb. The three blades hit the Mormon King's heart, lower abdomen, and right shoulder. And two more knives he can parry. Blood was coming out along with the knife stuck. The Mormon King's loud cry resounded throughout the banquet hall. All the strange creatures of the inhabitants of hell screamed in unison with the screams of the Mormon King. Ardina could only close her mouth. She couldn't believe Asmodeus could do that to his father.