King Of Blades 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?”

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

From the sound, it seemed like a very common long steel sword, not even an ordinary magical weapon. "If you can take ten strikes from me today, you win," the White-Robed King said proudly. He believed in his great swordsmanship. If Ding Hao had not been so powerful the night before when he defeated Ding Desheng, the Single Slaying Palm, he might have said "three strikes". Ding Hao nodded. His palm slowly grasped the hilt of his sword. His heart stirring, he drew out the sword in an instant. A silvery light flashed and vanished in the air.

The Luna sends me a smile, she was always nice while the Alpha just looks me up and down, I don't feel intimidated at all! He finally stops walking but turns us so I was now facing the pack, everyone wore the same expression, I think even my face was the same. I take a look up at Kyle, he was shaking his head it seemed as though he was trying to get up, but Emma was preventing him from doing so. "I have found your Queen, now many of you may feel entitled that you knew her before, that entitlement must end now" the King says his voice held so much power, I turn my attention to the ground as the eyes were just making a feeling of discomfort take over my body.

Caldaur said “dont be silly i would take it as an insult if you didnt kill all of my subjects with me” he said still backing away if he could just get them to the secret.... a silver sword made its way from behind him to his neck making him turn his head sideways to see his brother and mave already on the floor knocked out cold. He took a breath at least they werent dead as three guards stood behind him “you really are a true king” Caldaur said walking forward and punching him in the jaw. He let the asshole take the cheap shot only looking back to face him.

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

with a scream, Zephyr fought through the pain and opened his eyes and stared straight into the painting. “Blade, the weapon of the nobles, the greats, the kings! “Blade, the Lion of which that all follows. As elegant and free flow as water, as gentle and carefree as falling leaves, as powerful and mighty as the hills… none are greater than thee! “Earth-shatterer bows before your might, I bow before your might, help me find my true calling!” Zephyr stared at the painting, chanting to himself, “Blades, nay, swords, were my favorite weapon after all! Within this painting holds great Focus of the Blade, unrelenting and unforgiving.

and weaponized it, amplifying the pain until the balcony itself began to crack under the weight of the collective sorrow. I fell to my knees, the "face-slap" of my own past trauma hitting me like a physical blow. I saw the night in the Blackwood square. I felt the mud on my face. I heard the laughter of the Council. "Behold your 'Redemption'," the King laughed. But in the darkness of the memory, a new light appeared. A hum. A vibration. The Thermal-Resonance Blade. It wasn't lost in the Veins. It had been pulled up through the spire's conduit, attracted by the very frequency the King was using to torture us. It erupted from the floorboards, the violet-orange light cutting through the King’s

Eva suddenly froze, yanking me back just as a sword slashed toward us. I gasped as the tip of the blade grazed a strand of my hair, narrowly missing my neck by mere inches. Eva and I tumbled to the ground, and I quickly reached out to check if she was okay. She gripped my hand shakily, then wrapped her arms around me, her body trembling. “Ooo… white hair and white eyes. You match the king’s target perfectly.” A cruel laugh followed. “Haha, if I kill you now, the reward is mine. What a lucky day!”

"Excellent. Now, let's proceed with our journey. Kael?" The young beautiful boy I remembered from yesterday approached, holding an object draped in maroon fabric. "Your Majesty." "My swords," the king demanded. Kael handed over the bundle, and the king carefully unwrapped it, revealing two impeccably polished swords. The blades caught the morning light, shimmering brilliantly. A lump formed in my throat as I pondered whether the Dark King possessed the ability to read thoughts. But he was truly an unpredictable man and killing him wasn't going to be easy.