Legend Of Northern Blade Novels & Stories

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.

At his hip hung The Moonlit Edge—a magnificent bastard sword forged from cold Northern steel and inlaid with silver runic script, an ancestral gift presented to him by Dominic on his eighteenth birthday. Now, mounted on a massive, iron-grey stallion at the crest of the Southern Ridge, Leo looked out across the sun-drenched horizon. Beside him rode Captain Vane, a veteran Northern warrior whose dark hair was now heavily streaked with silver. Behind them, a modest honor guard of twelve armored Blackwood riders held the reins of their steeds, their midnight-blue banners fluttering softly in the warm summer breeze.

I motioned him to kneel and he obeyed. "I, Alpha Alexander Adam Auroras, declare you Antonio Erik Auroras, a member of the Northern Lights Pack," I said before I felt his teether to me snap in please by the pack link. I wished there was a way to make him my rightful heir but he wasn't my son by blood, he would have to fight me for it when the time comes. "Now let's go home," I told them. ***** River POV;

"It is with great joy that I call upon you all this evening. The Moon Goddess has worked in your favors this time." The girls, confused, begin whispering amongst themselves, wondering what the hell he means. Linda's eyes sparkles with questions as she moves closer to her father's side. Alpha Storm places an arm around her shoulder, then continues. "As you all know, I went to the North for a while a few weeks ago..." Everyone stops talking, holding their breaths. I wrap an edge of my gown over my wound, biting my bottom lip at the searing pain. "The new Northern Alpha is yet to find his mate. The Redwood Pack has never been lucky in producing a Luna for the North, but perhaps..." He looks dow

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

I always get requests for training, and if I liked your pack or trusted the Alpha, I would comply. But never in my wildest dreams did I think my ten-man team would come home two warriors short. Although attacks and takeovers had been happening lately, especially in small packs and territories, they were far from this area. The majority of them were from the far end of the north. Fabian and I were never close comrades. But we did respect each other. We live and let live. But Blade was a different case.

Countless streams of blood began flowing toward the blade, merging together at an increasing speed. Within just a few breaths, a vast sea of blood churned above Gideon's head. This sight struck terror into all who watched. What Gideon was about to unleash was the blade technique called the Blood Moon Tempest. During the war between Naesbrey Fortress and Brightbane Sect, countless lives were lost, and blood flowed like rivers. Though it was not yet nighttime, the sheer amount of bloodshed was enough for Gideon to forcibly execute this legendary blade technique. "Go!" Gideon swung his massive blade. In that instant, the colossal sea of blood roared forward, swallowing the venomous dragon whole

The lights merged. A new symbol appeared. A circle divided into three equal parts. The First Blade returned to Ariana's hand. Its blade had changed. It was no longer silver, it carried all three lights. Ariana looked at it. "What is it now?" The Keeper answered. "The Balance Blade." Kael smiled. "That sounds important." "It is." The Keeper looked toward the darkness beyond the chamber. "With that blade, Ariana can repair the Veil." Ariana lifted it. "Then let's do it."

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

, Sebastian asked thoroughly confused by Adam’s words. “When he challenged Eloy Ahearn for the Alpha of Alphas title, you know to be the leader of all Alphas on the continent, he needed support to win the challenge. The only support he could get for his cause was with the humans. Especially, the group humans that despised werewolves. Your grandfather was blinded by his hunger for power and money, and agreed to all demands they made. I don’t know what was in the weapons they used, but they messed us up.”, Adam shared a piece of history with Sebastian that he had only vaguely heard of.