Legend Of Northern Blade Novels & Stories

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.

"The Ghostblade. Or, as the Old Poets called it, Silentium." "What is it?" "It’s not Western," Kaelen said. "It was forged in the Void Lands, before the borders were drawn. It doesn't generate light, Elara. It absorbs it." I looked at the blade. It seemed to pull the shadows of the room toward it. "It cuts through magic," Kaelen explained. "Shields, wards, hexes. It drinks them. My father hates it. He says it looks like a peasant’s tool." "It looks like a wolf’s tooth," I whispered.

“No.” The flame presses harder, trying to crush my will to dust. I move forward anyway. I will not kill her. Not for prophecy. Not for gods. The fire bows. --- I step from the altar’s heart, smoke curling from my skin. In my hand — a bone blade, heavier than steel, runes crawling its length. One word pulses with light: Nyxara. The beast lowers its head. “Then you are bound to her, in life and ruin. Carry that blade well… for the gods will call it blasphemy.”

I said. Meridia and I turned around to see undead inklings walking towards us “Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis” I said as I grab a fused weapon of the X-Blade from Kingdom Hearts and Dawnbreaker from Elder Scrolls B: Skyrim known as the Blade of Dawn. I look at Meridia holding her beacon filled with her light “let’s deal with these Fragmenters first before we continue” I said.

But sitting directly on top of a map of the Northern borders was a weapon. It was a long, wickedly sharp hunting dagger. The blade was forged from dark northern steel, and the hilt was crafted from polished, heavy bone. I stared at it. For a long time, I just looked at the reflection of the firelight dancing across the deadly edge of the blade. Slowly, I raised my right hand. The thick white bandages made my fingers clumsy, and the deep purple bruises beneath the cotton throbbed with a sickening rhythm. I reached out and wrapped my hand around the bone hilt.

“That doesn’t matter. All you need to do is tell me where to find it.” “It’s not that easy. The Arctic Blade can’t be acquired, it has to be earned,” Merida told us. “It’s said to be one of the most searched for treasures of the world. Not only vampires but all sorts of species go after it, but so far, no one had been able to find it. Some have even died trapped in the ice Caves of Kamatayan, where it lies on a river that flows through the caves. It’s said to be a sacred sword that had been created by the Gods as a gift to the mages. However, when it fell into the wrong hands, killing hundreds of innocent lives, the Gods locked it up in the middle of a river that has been flowing for centuri

When he finished speaking, Kirou looked at Bladesmith with a raised eyebrow. It was only now that Bladesmith realized why the armor on Kirou seemed so strong. It was made from the overlord of the northern swampland along with the elites of many races in there as secondary materials. Nodding his head, Bladesmith opened his mouth, "Since you got bones, you can leave 'em with me and I'll make you some claws and other weapons out of them if you have no plans on using them yourself."

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

Arth told the crowd as he stepped forward, looking up. As the people ran towards the evacuation site, Arth took a deep breath, then he extended one hand forward. “Frostcalibur …” he called. Blue veins flashed and glowed in his arms, traveling towards his hand. Strings of alar flowed out of his palm, dancing wildly in the air, compressing, forming into the legendary blade wielded by the kings of the north for thousands of years. After summoning the sword, Arth grabbed its hilt by both hands, then he made a stance. The beast cried out as it charged down in the air towards him, the screeching sound piercing his ears.

“The man who tried to kill Luna Nyssa ..… he carried a sword.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes narrowed with intensity. “And?” “The sword,” Gamma Hume continued, “belonged to the army of the North.” Silence hit the room at that moment. Lucien didn’t respond immediately. He simply stood there, absorbing the meaning of those words. The army of the North. The king of the Northern Kingdom. There had been no conflict between their realms as of then, not even a single war, So why… Why would a Northern soldier be involved and try to kill Nyssa?