King Of Blades Novels & Stories

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.

he says, voice cold, “and I’ll gut you before your finger twitches.” Rafe grins through blood-stained teeth. “Still loyal, Blade? Thought you’d have learned. Kings die. Fear lasts.” “You’re wrong,” Blade says. “Kings rise when the right man wears the crown.” My heart pounds. He doesn’t look at me when he says it, but the words hit like a brand.

Speaking of Blaze, Edea's tone became a little more excited. "Blaze was a true monster. With her pedigree, the fact that your father managed to make a contract with her was seen as legendary. But it didn't stop there. At 17, he was already recognized as a Mythical class being. At 20, he was crowned as the strongest king in all the history of Lustburg."

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

They each wore a simple but lovely circlet of gold, with small Dragon wings on either side and sculpted flames around it. The group knelt as they seated themselves on the thrones. Captain Cyros said, “Your Majesties, may I present Blade Master Kolton and Sir Braedon of the Black Knights.” After speaking, Cyros moved aside to stand near the side door. “Rise,” said the king, his voice a pleasing baritone. Randey stood along with the others, taking a closer look at the royal couple. The King was not as old as he had expected. No older than his father had been, surely. He had a strong but kindly face, set off by a closely trimmed beard. His hair was black, and his dark eyes were those of a man o

Dante being my number two and good fighter would naturally come with me. "They will only allow two wolves in and the king has taken personal offence." I rolled my eyes "He wants the works. The king has been itching for a battle to prove his power for a while." "Will it come to that?" Dante asked, sitting up properly and looking concerned. The Kingdom had not known battle for a long time, other than a few rouge fights here and there. The rouges refused to be under anyone's rule and were largely disorganised, making for short and easy battles. The official werewolf packs had all fallen into line under the King decades ago. Getting to a battle with a proper pack meant war. Everyone would

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

Maya Kaye's Phoenix Sword was broken into three pieces. And she herself, together with the instantly torn oil paper umbrella, flew out hundreds of meters, fell to the ground, and was unconscious. Next was Omar Pine holding three swords of Fire, Ice, and Wind. After two moves, the Eight Divine Ruler swept across. The two swords of Fire and Ice were first broken. Blade of Wind carried Omar Pine who displayed the Raging Sea Storm and had just flashed more than 30 meters away. The Nation Master waved his Eight Divine Ruler. In an instant, an eight-story building appeared out of thin air and smashed toward Omar Pine's head.

she catches the flying dagger that passed right through him in her other hand. "Ha ha, it's useless." He taunts as she continually slashes and stabs at his incorporeal form to no avail. Then, as she misses another thrust, his arm rematerializes and his claws rake across her side. "Gah!" she cries backing away. Looking at his hand, she sees metallic claws covered in her blood. “Those don’t look natural,” she grunts “Call it a company upgrade,” he snickers, licking the blood from his claw, “you don’t taste all that natural yourself”

It was a swords blade that manifest itself into a flower, which will only cut what the owner of it wants, but as soft as flower to everyone who’s not the targets. “I supposed, a country that in Aeternum standards…the king is never simple…”. (Duchess Kolarova Qonn) She said with a smile as she looked at the President of Aeternum. “Die..….”. As I said it and swung my swords downwards, which producing a loud vibrating metal sounds, 10 large sword which look identical to the sword of Power which I held in my hand form out of a countless cherry petals that were gather together instantly. With my downwards slash, the large swords also plunged down instantly which a speed that were so fa