Legend Of Northern Blade Novels & Stories

His ceremonial robes were rumpled, and he clutched a sealed scroll in trembling hands. "Forgive the interruption," the messenger gasped, bowing low. "But... a message arrived from the northern border. The scouts found something." Rhydian straightened. "Found what?" The messenger looked up, his face pale beneath the lantern light. "An ancient structure. Buried beneath the mountains. The runes on its surface match the markings on the Twin Blades." Silence. Kael exchanged a look with Rhydian. The warmth of the evening suddenly felt colder.

Linne asked, turning to look at the brigade member. “That’s the Death Spell, ‘Vindblad Aluterra’,” the girl named Lena answered. “Vindblad Aluterra?” “A Spell that only wind magical girls with sharp weapons can use. The magic is able to change air particles into wind blades,” Lena explained. “If she manages to stick her dagger into the ground, then all life on the surface of Planet Kamina could be torn apart by the wind blade. We’ll all be finished,” she continued. “WHAT?”

This is not difficult, given as a gift by his grandson, he is very happy to use it now. Everyone was immediately nervous, waiting for the decision. Bernard Arnold, on the other hand, was pale and did not dare to look directly. Vivian Arnold held onto hope, looking at Tadhg Walter. As for him, Tadhg Walter is considered to have won a battle. He is now full of confidence, making Vivian Arnold flutter in his heart, but he is handsome, if he is talented, even better. Fair Spirit Blades, in the legend of the god of weapons, but is it real or fake?

"The northern territories are closed to outsiders. By order of Alpha Magnus." Lira stepped forward to match her. "I am Lira of Nightclaw. Former Hidden Luna, leader of the combined force that defeated the Grey Blight at the Black Mountain. I come to speak with Alpha Magnus about an alliance that concerns all wolf territories." The border guard's expression flickered — surprise, perhaps, or curiosity — but she mastered it quickly. "The Grey Blight is a southern problem. The northern packs have never been touched by it."

“Nah. Sold him to the black market. As a slave. Also, the women who saw your face have been removed. So don’t worry about it now.” “Thank you.” I started scrolling through the chapters of traditional herbs. “Busy?” “Nah. Just checking the skipped classes.” “I see. Have you met your first target?” “Not yet. I will soon,” I said, feeling something hard pressing against my back. It was the dagger His Majesty had gifted me. I took it out and looked at it carefully. It was a hundred-year-old dagger used by three generations of Alphas. The fact that it was still as sharp as a sashimi knife made me admire it even more.

Nico asked. “Matteo enjoys being near power without earning it,” Nero said. “That's the reason he has stuck Luigi like glue. The old fool. He wouldn’t risk a stunt he couldn’t disown.” He rubbed his jaw, a half serious look on his face. “So no. This tastes older.” He tapped the knight with one blunt finger, setting the piece rocking on the velvet. “This tastes like someone who knows how to make a blade look like a flower.” “Alonzo is dead,” Nico said, matter-of-fact, reminding him of a fact they had both made. “You made him dead.”

“The jewels on this blade is worth the exact amount you are bargaining for the blade, Orel.” Cale said heatedly as I rolled my eyes, they have been arguing back and forth since for a blade that caught Orel eye, it was small for him and although it was my size, I doubt it was for me. It was too fanciful for my taste. My eyes were on the small pair of thin like swords that will allow for throwing and at the same time for sword combats, I have been drawn to those blades since I set my sights on them, there was something about them that felt familiar, like they were meant to be mine.

He steps into his own heavy leather trousers, his golden eyes never leaving my face. "The three northern houses will meet at the River of Bones by midnight," he says, walking over to the heavy timber table where a map of the territory is carved directly into the dark wood. He presses his broad palm over the jagged line that marks the boundary between the peaks and the lowlands. "They still have stockpiles of old-world weapons—mechanical traps, silver-dust mortars, things they kept in their vaults in case the border packs ever revolted. They won't fight us wolf-to-wolf, Coral. They know they'll lose." I walk over to the table, stepping into his space until the heat of his shadow-aura wraps ar

"The pass is just ahead." But as we entered the narrow gorge known as the Needle’s Eye, the wind suddenly died. The silence that followed was worse than the storm. High above on the ridges, silhouettes appeared. Not wolves. Mirrors. "Killian, look up!" I gasped, clutching Lucian to my chest. Dozens of Northern warriors stood on the cliffs, holding massive, polished silver discs. They weren't weapons of steel; they were weapons of light. The sun, pale as it was, hit the mirrors.

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.