I Became The Academy's Blind Swordsman Mga Nobela at Kwento

, I belonged to an assault group called Shining Sword, led by Leon, an emissary from the hero branch, known for his strength and exploits. Our team was made up of six members, each with their own unique skills and personalities. Leon led us with bravery and heroism, while Erick was his loyal sidekick and skilled thief. Sana was a gentle and seductive monk, and Marie was the puppeteer - always silent and stoic. Morgiana was a strong and honorable spearman, while Lilith was our fiercest warrior - small in stature but with a sharp tongue and incredible strength. As for myself, I specialized in debuffs and other magical talents.

Fifteen students dead, possessed spies, an ambush and I still don’t have the sword. I look toward the sea through the distant academy windows. Time is running out.

JENNA’S POV Alex stood before us, his formal ceremonial attire highlighting his powerful frame. The traditional blindfold that usually covered his sightless eyes was absent. His gaze, once empty, now held a startling clarity as he looked directly at me. "Jenna, you are breathtaking today." "You can see me?" I whispered in disbelief. "Release her, Carrick. What exactly are you attempting?" Alex's words came simultaneously with mine. Carrick looked between us in shocked confusion.

the words were out of her mouth even before she can get a hold of her mouth and my eyes darken,“I am sorry master” “Bring me my sword” I order and Ace brings it to me with an apologetic look on his face. One thing everyone in Aqua blade knows is that no one is allowed to ever go against me or even question my orders, this is what keeps them alive and that is what Imogenis almost paying for with her life, but Anna? “Master” Ace also kneels in front of me, “please she is just naive, I will coach her well. Please let her go”

He doesn’t get to respond before we reach the front of the line, where Lukas holds out the ceremonial dagger, slicing palms and drawing blood. “It’s all of my fucking business.” I hear Xaden’s growl behind me. But my attention divides when Lukas slits my palm and I yelp softly. “Swear by your gods before you take your next step,” he orders me. “Tyra bear me witness. Today, I belong to the Starweaver Academy and its secrets I will keep to myself until the day I die.” “Tyra save you today, Omega.” I gulp. Nothing can save me now.

Briella looked thrilled, gazing at Woody with an expression full of excitement. "Young man, the fact that you can remain so calm in my presence only points to one thing." Ghost Blade picked up a sharp knife with barbs and said with a sinister tone, "You obviously don't know who I am, which is why ignorance makes you fearless. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Ghost Blade. Very soon, you'll truly understand why I have this name, because I'm going to peel your skin off inch by inch and lay it in front of you!

This was not supposed to happen. I don't want to be touched. Ever. Again. Aiden turns, signalling with his head to follow him. As a true submissive, I have to walk behind him. Not next to him, like a normal person, like a valued person. But I follow him. Because what choice do I have? How far will Aiden go to make sure his ridiculous plans go ahead? What did Henry take off him? Why is he so vexed on revenge? I trail behind him, a submissive already in formation, through the silent, dark halls of the academy. Nobody is up yet. Our footsteps echo off the marble. Cold statues of long-dead dominants line the walls like silent witnesses.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

Her gold eyes filled with something raw—pain, fear, love. “You’re in my suite. BludHeaven Academy. West Tower.” Her voice was gentle, but tight. “I’m Elara. Elara Voss.” He stared at her. “BludHeaven… Academy?” The words felt foreign. Like they belonged to someone else’s life. He looked around—luxurious room, dark wood, crimson accents, a shield-and-bat crest on the wall with a single blood drop like a tear. None of it matched the rain-soaked garage. The cardboard. The half-rotten sandwich. The year he’d spent scraping by on the streets after aging out of the system.

POV: Isolde (Izzy) Thorne I couldn't breathe. The air in the hall felt like it was made of lead. I looked at the man standing over me. He had my brother’s eyes, my brother’s messy brown hair, and my brother’s face. But he was holding a sword to the king's throat. "Leo, stop!" I screamed. I tried to shield Alaric’s body with my own. "What are you doing? These men are rebels! They are the ones who started the war!"