Legend Of Northern Blade Novels & Stories

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.”

he uses his other hand to flimsily gesture in my direction, peeking from the gaps in between his fingers. Bell immediately shields her own eyes when spotting me, "I'm blind!" She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. "Max, what did you do to Benley?! Bring his nose back!" "Zie nose zis zasgusting!" Ramos yells and pulls a face too before suddenly fainting. I'm officially done for today.

And if the entire Northern Region stood in his way… Then the Northern Region was going to burn

He vaulted over a fallen boulder, his iron greatsword raised high above his head, the aura of his Northern magic flaring to life along the edge of the blade. My instincts screamed at the deception. I spun around on all fours, my obsidian claws ripping through the stone floor as I launched my body across the cave to intercept him. I threw myself through the air, my hands reaching for his throat, my shadow magic expanding into a massive, suffocating wave meant to crush him into the dirt. But Nikolai was faster. He didn't look back at me. With a deafening roar of concentrated Alpha strength, he brought his massive iron greatsword down in a brutal, crushing arc directly onto the center of the bl

The Citadel’s shattered bells still trembled in the dawn air when the ivory bone banners of the northern legion advanced, spectral warriors clad in furnaced steel, armor glimmering like ghost fire. Nyra Duskbane stood on the ramparts, her threefold runes dim after Mother of Ruin’s defeat, her cloak torn but her spirit unbroken. Beside her, Ryker leaned on Urhan’s broad shoulder, Caelum and Kaelia watched the children with wary eyes, and Aelion hovered in wounded grace under silver wings.

--- "Do you believe that four misfit people can save... the ending world? My name is Nini and this is my team. Follow our adventure inside the world of Ever Realms. "Will you be the legend have been intended to be?"

Chapter 3: Blades and Bonds The crisp northern air carried the promise of coming snow as the days in the Northshield village settled into a steady rhythm of preparation, training, and quiet moments that strengthened the ties between me and the three kings. My life as a captive had transformed into something far more complex—a role that blended duty, desire, and a growing sense of belonging. The brothers—Gunnar, Leif, and Erik—treated me with a balance of commanding authority and surprising tenderness, their presence a constant source of strength amid the gathering storm of conflict with rival clans.

It screamed at me, urged me to feed my power into it. Nathan raised an eyebrow up at me. "I see. That is unfortunate. I guess we'll just have to do this the messy way." He picked up a knife from the table and studied it for a moment, turning it this way and that to look at it in the candlelight. I recognized it at the Ackland's sacred item, the Blade of Shezmu. "Do what?" John asked. I could feel him reaching into the earth below us with his power. Nathan looked at us. "Why, kill you, of course." He threw knife at John.

"Save your jokes for hell, Gavin. Tribal law says this duel ends when one of us stops breathing." The Northern elder in charge walked to the center of the arena and raised an ancestral wooden staff. "By the blood of the Blackwood ancestors! The blood duel for the legitimacy of the Western throne... BEGINS!" The moment the staff struck the ground, Gavin's body blurred. The speed of the Northern clan wasn't just a legend — in the blink of an eye, he'd already shifted into a massive gray wolf, his fangs coated in ice magic, lunging straight for Zane's chest.

“Dear Lelanna I want you to have this blade, I know you’ll appreciate its beauty and will treasure it the way it deserves. This Blade actually belonged to my Great grandfather, he made it himself after his first battle and it has been passed down through generations. It now belongs to me but i couldnt help but see it in your hands instead every time i looked at it. So now it belongs to you.. All my love Layton xx”