Legend Of Northern Blade Novels & Stories

And I promise you this. Even if I have to shake hands with Rebel for it,I will do it. "Alpha King! We are ready !" Mindlinked Ben and I try to hold myself together. Splashing come water on my face and pulling up my shirt. Staring at my cold and emotionless eyes in the mirror,I reply. "I am coming." ...................................................... The northern trail is a small village located at the top of moonlight territory. A scarcely populated area with around 100 inhabitants. The earlier incidents of rogue trafficking were mostly reported from this area and we decided to visit this place first.

It's also very easy to predict where the blade would land, and once countered, it'll be difficult to make a follow up. Minos motioned for his other companions to spread out, and hoped that they were thinking what he was thinking. All they need is to wait for Nymgos to throw his blade on one of them, then the other two could use that opportunity to land their blows. Minos trusted Rei would be able to catch up with no problem, but he doesn't know Otheric, and he was sure this young drow has never been in a fight before.

Night Blade got on the fourth one along with Night Star, Night Swing, Night Roller and two of his minions from the shadow guards who went by the names A3 and C6. “Let’s surround the place from all four sides.” Chris ordered through his headset once they were airborne. “Big brother, you take the north end, Lorenzo, I will leave the south end to you.” “I will take the east end and leave the west end to Night Blade.” “I want all the bastards that dared, alive.” Chris ordered viciously although he was begging inwardly ‘Wife, please hold on... I will find you.” A few hours earlier-

I stepped forward, my pulse quickening as I realized where that gleam came from. The MirrorBlade. I had hidden it in my safe, buried behind layers of wards and locks. But now, the safe itself seemed to glow faintly, a strange brightness spilling from the narrow crack as I opened it. The blade’s edge glowed fiercely, and strangely the light was angled in a precise direction, pointing north. Even in the dim of the study, the glow was unwavering, unnatural. I lifted it carefully. The moment I took it out of the safe, the faint glow intensified, forcing me to narrow my eyes. Amusement stirred despite the tension.

asked Tyr. “That’s right.” Katia nodded. “Such a weird name,” Tyr muttered. “Who is Blade Hero? Was he powerful?” Katia replied, “Legend has it that he’s powerful, especially adept at using both a saber and a sword. He possessed a few items many in the ancient martial arts world desired.” ‘What could it be?’ Tyr seemed to have thought of something as the sword moves left behind by Shaun Yarn appeared in his mind. Could that be the ultimate skill passed down by Blade Hero?

BLADE. “But your mate is a strong one,” Lucy added as she smiled warmly before pointing at me. “And you... are her best talisman. You’re keeping Althea strong, Blade. So never underestimate your part in this fight.” “We got this. We have each other.” Stone added, and I nodded my head. “I can shield the whole territory, but I need your blood. Put her to bed, and I can take your blood after.” Patrea said. “No. Take now. I don’t want to leave her alone tonight.”

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.