Romans & histoires King Of Blades

“A kingdom can survive the death of a king. It cannot survive the division of brothers.” ⸻ The reunited Oath Blade hovered above the cathedral. Its blue radiance flooded every corner of the ancient sanctuary, washing away the darkness that had ruled the chamber only moments before. No one could look directly at it. The light wasn’t blinding. It was… Ancient. Alive. Every engraved symbol along its blade awakened one after another, glowing with the names of Keepers long forgotten by history.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

It almost felt like The King was flirting with her almost. Placing herself in front of him, she stood there and studied him. How the heck am I going to defeat him. He is just as powerful as dad. I hope I do not end up with broken bones. Sighing Lazarus got off his chair and walked to the matt. He looked from Zephyr then to his eldest. Holding up his hand, he then brought it down to give them the signal.

We were there for a while as more people were rescued, they gave us food and water, it wasn't edible, but it was enough. After a few hours, Beta Ryder came forward and called for everyone to gather to be addressed by the king. A moment I had been dreadfully looking forward to. If I ever doubted his kingship or the monarchy before, now I don't. His eyes were red with bloodlust, probably from killing all night. I have never seen that shade of red and black in a pair of eyes before. He didn't need to try before his aura had us all bowing. For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar.

My grandpa Xander struggled to find someone to replace so the kingdom didn’t have a warrior leader for a while, until my dad found Mancer. And thanks me he’s now dead and my father is back at square one. Thinking someone is out to get the Kingdom. But it’s because of me that the kingdom is left defenseless, I wanted to see him so badly that I put myself in that situation. I should have never been out in the forest. No matter how hard the bond pulled me.

"Yes, Dad?" Victor had deliberately backed away from his wife's shenanigan with Ethan and Selin because he didn't have the volcanic energy to match up with Derby's fiery temper. Victor wasn't the explosive type of person like his wife Derby. He had a more subtle, more sublime way of dealing with Ethan, which was equally as powerful. The best way to define the couple was poetically simple. If Derby was the storm of the house, Victor was the eye of the storm. If Derby was the fire in the house, Victor was the water. Two pressure-points. Two different techniques. One result.

Vaelreth stepped slowly into the courtyard. The air shifted as he moved. Adrian could never quite explain it, but whenever the king entered a space, the atmosphere changed. Like standing too close to a storm. “You treat the blade well,” Vaelreth said. His gaze moved to the sword. “It is well balanced.” “It should be,” Adrian replied. “It belongs to the crown.” A faint smile touched the king’s lips. “And yet you wield it.” Adrian shrugged slightly. “I was given the responsibility.” Vaelreth circled him slowly.

He won't let anyone or this scumbag hurt the young man. He was about to do something when one of the kings beat him to it. "Zypherious; wind blade of destruction" king Zeldour chanted. Instantly thousands of thin colorless blades with a size of five feet long appeared on the mid air. With king Zeldour will, he bend it forward, towards the enemies. Because of surprised and the quickness of the attack, the enemies had no time to react. A massive dust of smoke wrapped the enemies.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

The blade's power, like a storm that was going to consume everything, instantly disappeared. Harvey managed to easily catch the blade with just two fingers! The counterattack was so powerful that the Metal Ninja King's palms were becoming numb…