King Of Blades Novels & Stories

"I thought I told you to leave those at home?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. She smiles sheepishly. "Sorry I just got so excited," she says. I sigh a little. "Does that mean you like them?" "I love them. Thank you," she grins. My gaze flicks down to the short swords in her hands. The blades are black with light gold engravings. The hilts are gleaming silver with a dragon head pommel. "There are runes in the blades and when I think you're ready, I'll teach you how to enchant them," I tell her.

I said making Klaus turn his gaze to me, he studied my expression for any doubt, but I had none toward him, I knew that his brother and sister were right, I needed to learn how to fend for myself should I ever need to, though I knew that Klaus would do his best to protect me from any harm, I knew for fact that there was no way he was going to be with me twenty-four-seven. “Okay, come on” My smile widened at the king who stood in front of me his eyes studying my movement, which was nowhere near as comfortable or as confident as his was, I was barely able to lift the sword with my thin arms, and this sword was one of the lightest they had. “You follow my instructions, I’ll go slow for now, unt

“He has no consistent groomer; his mood can change at any moment.” “Only with the king is he the most obedient and calm. It makes us look like liars when we say he’s difficult,” Drakon added. “I hear only the king has ever ridden him, and the last person who pulled his reins too hard was beheaded?” Sienna asked as we stepped outside, preparing to carry the plates back. Evening was descending quickly. Groth shook his head. “Not beheaded—had his arms cut off personally by the king. Poor thing died from the shock.”

“Did you have a good trip?” “The King of Autumn is very determined. He has many opinions and views, so you have to figure out where you stand with him on any given day. But yes, otherwise it was good.” I glanced at the divine creature lying beside me on the blanket. His tunic, otherwise a beautiful grass green that made his eyes stand out even more, was open, and he wore black trousers that fit perfectly. “Have you read yet?”

The voluminous curls of my mane often feel like a hindrance, a testament to my thick and curvy physique. Placing two meticulously crafted cocktails before me, she grins, her eyes widening in realization. A sheepish admission follows – she forgot her purse. Once again, I find myself left alone in a crowd, a surge of nervousness enveloping me. Sipping on my cocktail, the liquid infusion prompts a welcomed relaxation. My gaze sweeps across the vibrant expanse of the club, and amidst the pulsating lights, a pair of eyes captures my attention – the King's. A flutter of anxiety courses through me as I watch him lick his lips and discreetly instruct a guard, pointing in my direction. I try to convi

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.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

William fidgets with his finger as his anxiety for Tarwood builds up. "I assume you will bring the Blades," Berg asked. William nodded and said that the unmasked Blades would present their proof to the King, and he hoped this would force the other Blades to unmask before the people. William hoped that once they arrived at the Tarwood, the King or the Princess would be there with the knights and demand a cease to the battle. Only then can the Blades they captured stop the battle before blood can be spilled.

A fucking sharp object that he can use to kill me right now. Alpha King squatted in front of me. His gaze follows mine towards what he is holding. He chuckles. “ This is yours,” he muttered. “ I was fooled enough to fucking made you a blade. Look,” Alpha King tugged on my hair, forcing me to gaze up at him. At first, I didn’t think of anything other than the pain of his grip but my eyes widen when I realized what he is showing me when he flipped the blade and made me look at the handle.

If that green metal touches your skin, you're dead! Faith stood in the center of the chaos. She wasn't fighting with her hands. She was fighting with her soul. She raised her arms, and a wave of silver energy exploded from her body. It hit the guards like a physical wall, throwing them across the courtyard and crushing their armor against the stone pillars. The King’s face twisted with rage. He saw his best soldiers falling like flies. He reached into his heavy black cloak and pulled out a long, thin dagger. It was the Void Blade. The metal wasn't shiny: it was a deep, flat black that seemed to suck the light out of the air. It looked like a hole in reality.