King Of Blades Novels & Stories

The blade went deep, right between the joints of his armor, sinking into his side. The King gasped, his body jerking. He looked down at the silver hilt sticking out of his ribs, then up at Selene. His mouth opened, but only blood came out. "There," Selene whispered, her face inches from his. She was shaking, but she didn't let go of the knife. "Now we both go down. You don't get to be the martyr. You don't get to be the tragic King who died at the hands of his enemies."

That same day, he departed the North with his Coven. They said the once-handsome Vampire Lord Gabriel aged years overnight— sunken eyes, unshaven, broken. None of it mattered to us. The last time I heard his name was when my father announced his abdication— preparing to crown me as the next Vampire King of the North. It was said that upon returning to Blazetooth Coven, Gabriel finally held the Blood Bond ceremony with Chloe. But on the day of the ritual, he took a silver blade and severed her head.

I had learned a lot from our last fight and was keen to counter any surprises he had up his sleeves this time around. But instead of any surprises, the Lycan King smiled gently, his eyes seeming brighter as he held up the blade between us. “Isla!” My mum called me again but the Lycan King seized my attention when he promptly said. “This blade isn’t for you.” He said oddly. “I will pluck out your heart with your own death blade in a coming day when we meet on our own battlefield. But until then, accept my condolences.” He said and he threw the blade to the side without taking his gaze off of me.

To Blade, there was no greater high than the one a male gets from dominating a female in every way. Blade had heard rumours that there was a new King of Shifters and that there was a possibility that this new king was the great Lycan reborn and he originally couldn’t wait to meet him, however, as the rumours continued they were pointing more to another soft King of Shifter Kings, which disappointed Blade. The young dominant female warrior underneath him whimpers bringing him out of his head as another wave of her first heat rolls through her body and into his making his cock go hard where it was still buried deep inside her.

In his grasp was the Veilblade, its darkness consuming the very air around it. Elior felt himself speak, though the words were not his own. “You cannot win this.” The First King snarled, gripping the sword tighter. “Then I will make sure no one does.” He raised the blade high, and with a single strike, the battlefield cracked. Reality itself screamed. Then, silence. The vision ended. Elior staggered back, gasping. The chamber returned around him, his companions watching with alarm. The Veilblade was in his grasp, its presence thrumming against his skin.

I looked around and I saw that strange king that kept looking at me during the conference. Oh God... This it it. I'm finally dead. Sir Blade has succeeded in sending me to an early grave. I stopped infront of the king and cleared my throat. "Good evening...father" * *

Maybe you wouldn't like what I am going to say… what's your name again? "Lyca," I said "the king was only hidden into the palace, but the thing you wouldn't like is the room where can be the king is, has a different key in that key was into the hand of none other than a bad new king itself blade now tell me do you have the strength to steal the key from blade because I will tell you this he's a good fighter a lot of soldier of the old king tries to get him down but no one could ever bring him down"

He tried to take my family away! I look over to see Blake fighting with him. Wolves start to attack Blake, bitting, and claw at Blake, trying to help the alpha king take him down. I let out a growl, feeling the beast within me fighting to come out. I quickly start to make my way over to them, slicing through the wolves with the silver blades. A few of the wolves quickly move away, avoiding the silver. I watch as the alpha king go to attack Blake, while Blake's busy killing the wolves. I flip the twelve-inch silver blades in my hand, grabbing the handle, repositioning it. I throw it like a spear and watch as the blade pierces deep into the alpha king's chest.

Observing every single thing. The silence stretched, thin and almost mocking. Somewhere beyond these walls, the King lived as he pleased, while the consequences of his choices spread far beyond his sight. If he had someone he truly wanted, he should have chosen her. Hesitation like that only created unnecessary casualties. My gaze lowered faintly, following the straight line of the carpet, when the air shifted. It was subtle, so slight that most would have missed it, but to me it was enough. By the time the sharp wind brushed past my cheek, my hand had already risen, two fingers closing around the blade before it could pass.

asked Bladesmith in shock as he shifted his gaze from the badly damaged gunblade tonfas to Kirou. "Swampland Crocodile King," was Kirou's simple answer to Bladesmith's question. Hearing the simple answer caused Bladesmith to pause for a few seconds. Looking carefully at the weapons and Kirou again, an absurd thought passed through Bladesmith's mind. It was so absurd, in his eyes at least, that he had to laugh. In between laughter, he voiced his thoughts, "What, you went and fought the overlord of the northern swampland, alone lad? Ahahaha!"