Legend Of Northern Blade Novels & Stories

I mumbled softly. I don't know precisely what 'tools' they mentioned earlier. However, from Madam Maya's explanation, following her vision of the future, the tools discussed would be a secondary source of destruction for the Northern Kingdom. She explained that when Northern shows the capabilities of the tools, there will be many kingdoms other than Drachentia who will feel threatened by Northern's existence. In addition, they also covet its technology. Based on this, they will flock together shoulder to shoulder with other kingdoms to attack Northern. When that happened, Northern ran out of tools reserves and lost its inhabitants. It was only a matter of time until the invaders wiped out th

The sword light of his Storm of Swords spell was nearly snuffed out by now, leaving only his Unsullied Sword to resist the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. Never mind that the Unsullied Sword was ranked beneath the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. The fact that the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was taking part in this battle meant that any resistance by the Unsullied Sword was futile. The blade of the Unsullied Sword was beginning to shake and the white light covering it was gradually dimming under the weight of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword's cyan light.

Samson said. "Tell me about it!" Alicia said staring at the delicate carvings made at the hilt[pommel] . "The Night blade is an intricate figure, it was discovered by the Medieval lords in some land called... You don't want to know. So right now, we just have to forge our own, the main blade still lay in the molten hill. So this one here is a carbon copy and we have installed different enchantments which I will tell you about the possible two the [Feather of truth] and [Heavy as a mountain]

It was the Moonreaver! Nathaniel was actually holding that legendary blade in his hand! Renowned throughout the Northern Frontier, the weapon was said to weigh over a hundred pounds, forged from steel as black as night and gleaming with a deadly chill. Scouts had once reported from the battlefield, trembling as they spoke, that a single strike from the blade could sever the heads of dozens of soldiers at once. At the Northern Frontier, the very sight of it made the enemy flee in terror.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.

I pointed to my neck, and Prince Legiere put a single finger against my lips. “Hush,” he said soothingly. “I never said I didn’t believe you.” Bruess broke in, “What about the attack on the city of Bragne? Just a mass hallucination as well? Did you explain that several packs of the South keep disappearing under mysterious circumstances? Did you tell them that the Northerners aren’t sending their usual tributes of Lunar Steel? Have you forgotten about that crucial fact, dear brother?” Prince Legiere’s musical voice grew sharp. “There’s no need to play the part of my mother,” he snapped. “The Councilors believe that it doesn’t matter. Let the Northerners deal with the vamps. They’re the ones w

Bald didn’t let him finish as he spoke “yes….yes it belonged to me and only me…..” “No Blade! It neither belonged to me nor you. it belonged to….” Before Night could complete his sentence his cheek met with a hard slap which made his gum bleed “Night!” both Bella and Sandra called in worry. They wanted to beat the shit out of Blade but they couldn’t because any movement would cause the Night’s dad’s life Blade grabbed Night by his collar and looked into his eyes with his blood shot ones “i.AM.THE.FIRST.BORN. the throne is mine!”

She gasps at the sight, afraid of the temperamental hero before her. It's only when everyone falls silent that Grey and Greg finally realize what's going on. They're both quick to yank Lan off of Oliver before he can do any real damage. It takes four of them to keep Landon back from Oliver. I smirk, completely satisfied with the outcome. I've never been more grateful to know Landon than I am right now. He's brought me some kind of revenge, a revenge that I could never go through with, and for that, he may as well be a hero.