Jagged Ghost Blade Novels & Stories

The Judge's gaze sharpened as he moved in a blur, his Cold Moon Saber slicing through the air with a chilling gleam to intercept the attack. "Looking for trouble, huh?" The Ghost King of the opposing group bellowed in rage. He sprang into action, his broadsword whistling sharply as it swung for The Judge's head. Boom! In an instant, The Judge's blade shattered the man's weapon and continued its deadly arc, slicing cleanly through his forehead. The unsuspecting man's head split apart, and he toppled over, his body twitching twice before lying still. Swoosh! As the Ghost King's blade nearly reached The Judge, he countered with a swift upward strike.

The color of her feathers are so vibrant and mimics the flames of fire. Ghost comes out from his hiding spot as I saw in my dream. Liam and Sage go to either side of Ghost. Liam and Sage growl viciously while Ghost cracks his knuckles. Suddenly, I find myself hoping Zane and Cade get here soon. Blair will take on Ghost while I take on Liam and Sage. This will not be an easy fight, but we have to hold off as long as possible.

The Greedy Wolf Blade emerged, and a razor-sharp blade light dozens of feet long instantly slashed down. The Zago Baby Spirit remained calm, layering burial cloth in front of itself. It actually managed to withstand Greedy Wolf's strike. In the night sky, a dissatisfied wolf's howl faintly echoed. This naturally came from Greedy Wolf's artifact spirit, Greedy Wolf Star Lord, Absolute Evil. He was clearly enraged. As a God of Slaughter, to be defended against by a death aura was intolerable. The Greedy Wolf Blade instantly blazed with precious light as its killing intent intensity surged dramatically. Even the Zago army, renowned for fearlessness in death, now showed obvious morale decline.

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

I'm just about to drive my blade through Jonathon’s heart, finally, after all the blood and games, when movement flashes at the edge of my vision. Instinct takes over. I pivot mid-strike, blade skimming wide as I counter with my elbow, narrowly blocking the oncoming blow. The force behind it stings. He steps out of the shadows, tall, composed, his black hair slicked back like he walked out of an old portrait, but those eyes, those glowing red eyes, scream hunger, control, obsession.

There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them. He wasn’t the only one who possessed unnatural abilities. There was a female warrior in his pack that was known as Nightingale. She was extremely agile with swift reflexes that were almost invisible to the naked eye. Aside from her, there was Phantom. I didn’t know the ranks of the pack members, but each member had skills that were just as strong as their Alpha. Phantom could move so fast that some believed he could teleport and he was more dangerous than Shadowstrike. Phantom was a known killer and was on the top of the wanted list for not only werewolves but al

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

That was all Ghost needed. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, a blade flashing once in the dark. Emily felt the arm around her jerk, a cry ripping out of the man’s throat as steel bit deep into muscle. His grip faltered, and she staggered free, stumbling back against the wall of the clubhouse, her breath ragged, her heart wild. Ghost didn’t stop. He drove his fist into the man’s jaw, the crack echoing sharp through the night. The man went down hard, choking on his own breath, blood spilling from his arm where Ghost’s knife had carved him open.