Legacy Of The First Blade Novels & Stories

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.

He looks at his shoulders where the wolf had bitten him that was now covered in blood, he had also been given a nasty cut on his left leg and back and he wasn't healing as fast as he should because of how deep his injuries were and it was beginning to make him feel dizzy from all the blood he was losing from his cuts. He was fighting alongside the alpha and beta and the war was not going as they had planned it would. The Sivercrest pack had calculated their plans from the start as they had placed spies in their pack who were feeding them with all the pieces of information concerning their plans for the war. Lots of the wolves of the Bloodmoon Pack lay dead on the ground and the rest of them

A shiver ran up her spine as she thought about who to tell and what Elder Alpha Blade would do to her if she told and it got back to him. For now, she just needed some rest. ------ Once inside his chambers, Blade paces the room, he stops by his window and looks out over the kingdom's Pride, a smile pulling at his lips as he forms a plan. It was about time he claimed what was his whether Princess Xana agreed to his claiming of her or not. He would claim, mark and mate with her, allowing him to return the kingdom to the glory of what King Lincoln had made it. Then he would be in a much better position to control and return some of King Lincoln’s old laws into the kingdom.

“We have been caught in this feud that we have no idea where it originated from for years, and we learnt to fight each other right from when we knew the other party existed, and now we're forced to get married to each other.” “And you are just setting facts that I already know about. How does this relate to me dying?” “Well, if I wanted you dead, I could easily slip something into your meal, and you would be,” she said, dragging her thumb across her throat to signify a knife cutting through. “I know that we have been fighting for a long time, but that does not mean that we have to fight each other and want each other dead.” “I have had to drag the first spot in the food business since I emer

Not just because Jaylen had risked his life and saved him a few years ago but because he consistently showed him kindness and support. What Blade felt for Jaylen was much more than Loyalty, he had laid his life down for him a long time ago. Because without Jaylen, he would have been dead. Blade reached for the thick file on the table, the one with the lab’s name burned into his head since the night he’d opened it. Katya's Institute. He flipped it open, the pages filled with documents and black-and-white photos. It wasn’t just Jaylen anymore. This went deeper.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.

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.

Warriors from kingdoms that had once been bitter rivals now stood side by side, their breathing steady in the cold air. Every eye turned toward Killian as he stepped onto a high stone platform overlooking the massive army. For a long, heavy moment, he simply looked at them. These weren't just faceless soldiers; they were fathers, mothers, brothers, daughters, and lifelong friends. They were people with loved ones waiting anxiously for them at home. Killian drew the glittering Blade of the First Alpha. Moonlight shimmered brilliantly along its silver edge, defying the dim morning sun.

She was bare-headed, except for the appearance of a sister who had stood amid flames. "They've made their choice, my Luna," Vera whispered, her voice shattering as the words fell into the ground like an act of holy devotion. "The old council is gone. The survivors have sworn their swords, their names, their heritage—to you." Emereah's hand shook as she accepted the ancestral crescent blade—cold, heavy, and blood-welded from the days of the first wolves. It was her father's. Stolen from him the night he was killed in betrayal. It was the same blade Vladimir had once used to claim her as his mate.