Ice Blade Of The Monarch Novels & Stories

Yet, there are little spikes across the perimeter of the shield, and he has drawn that when it is thrust forward the spikes fly out. “It is beautiful, King Harvey. A bit violent?” “I understand your concerns, Elena. The small blades are meant to take place of a sword, if you do not master both.” “Oh!” I brighten instantly. “A backup?” “Yes. You need balance. Of course, you will have your dagger. I would like for you to be as safe as humanly possible, Elena.” King Harvey replies seriously. “Do you think I could learn?” “Yes.” King Harvey smiles proudly. “Why would you not?”

To defend his quick attack, Edgar swung his double-edged blade in an ice pick grip. The double edge blade was designed to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually used for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like a prime slayer hidden Alpha.

Elliot seemed like he would be a troublesome opponent. "Answer me" he demanded. Elliot was perfectly calm. He stared at the blade of Prince Ludiciel’s sword. "You must be a Prince." He confirmed. "Only Royals carry a sword that looked like it was carved from ice, exuding unimaginable chills right down a person's spine. Your blade is extremely cold, Your Highness. I can feel it in my bones." Prince Ludiciel was stunned. He had never met someone so sharp. A half-Elf? From where? How? He had so many questions.

They handed him a fiddle, bringing a smile to the king's face. But Violet felt sick. She'd never been around the magic of a Monarch before. The strength was overpowering, as if she'd been caught in a stampede with no way to get out but grabbing hold of the very thing trying to trample her. If she couldn't resist Eden's magic, her secret would be out. Who knew what would become of her or the king then?

She muttered almost inaudibly, before closing shut our link. I sat still and watched as the MacQuoid omegas carried the large glass displaying the ice sword, and came to a stop just where the other ice relics had been previously displayed. Hazel MacQuoid stepped forward, and turned towards us. "Your majesty, royal Beta." She bowed before them, observing protocol. "Alpha." She repeated her bow. "It is time for you to wield the ice sword."

Kael was the first to stand before it. He entered the vault alone, boots silent on the frozen ground, shoulders set as if braced for an ancient wind. The blade rested on an altar of blackened roots and moonstone. It pulsed faintly—not with light, but with the certainty that it could not be ignored. Its edge seemed to shimmer, but never catch the eye directly.

When the freezing shot hit the Monarch-rank mechanical bird, it left no frost behind. The Monarch-rank mechanical bird naturally ignored her insignificant and harmless attacks. Windfall would not last much longer, so the bird naturally wouldn't change its target.

she sits up and stretches like she’s been asleep all the while, “Ready?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, looking around for my sword and removing the big black jacket I wore over a small tight green top and shorts. Finally finding my sword leaning gracefully against the bark of a tree, I pick it up, admiring its uniqueness. An ice sword befitting an ice queen, with a handle carved so perfectly for my slender fingers to get a good grip, it has a perfect weight with a blade so sharp and shiny. Although she looks fragile, she’s a lot tougher and can withstand any amount of pressure or force, just like her owner. Smirking at the comparison, I swirl the sword around and point at Anora, who’s now sta

Malphas raised his massive obsidian broadsword high above his head, the jagged edge of the volcanic blade crackling with a thick, toxic purple electricity. "She may be a star now, Alonso," Malphas sneered, his giant muscles tightening as he prepared to drive the blade downward. "But you? You are no longer a king. You are no longer an Alpha. Now, you’re just meat."

"Look at the blade... it is her own silver-alloy metal... why would I mutilate my own bloodline?" Suddenly, the air inside the nursery dropped ten degrees in a single millisecond. Marcus walked through the threshold. The Alpha King looked like a warlord carved out of solid obsidian, his massive frame completely swallowing the light from the hallway. He did not wear his royal robes; his bare chest was lined with the dark, unhealed veins of his ancient wolfsbane injury, and his heavy iron broadsword was strapped to his back. His dual-colored eyes scanned the scene with cold calculation. He looked at Camille bleeding in the dirt, he looked at the silver dagger, and then he looked directly into