Legend Of The Northern Blade Novelas e Histórias

--- "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?"

"Are you a captive too?" "Obviously," Blade answered in a very sarcastic tone. The girl laughed. "Where are we?" Blade asked. "Cell, obviously..." The girl answered with the same tone as she did. "Fuck you," Blade cursed firmly. "Kidding aside. We're in the north. I just couldn't figure out where exactly from North. I just feel it based on a sweet-ish breeze." "Latiro?" Blade mentioned the abandoned country on the North. "Presumably." "Do you know how much I am sleeping?"

My mind goes back to the sight at the house, all of the blood, the dismembered bodies, the crying children. No one who was there deserves to see another sunrise. “Your Majesty,” Blade says, meeting me at the bottom of the stairs. He is aptly named; his father was a strong warrior and wanted to raise a son who would carry on his legacy, so he’d named his child after a weapon–and then he had become one. I give him a sharp nod in greeting before I ask, “Have they all confessed?” I have no doubt, if anyone in this castle is capable of getting full confessions from the prisoners, it’s Blade. The only one more capable of doing so is me.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

However, that would not make any significance, on the side were also lone ancient scrolls with different runes and symbols. Lucinda opened the sheath and grabbed the handle out. A thin metallic-like blade five feet long unfolded onto the ground like a whip. It was weird. It was a strong and almost otherworldly unknown metal-like sword, but adjustable, flexible, and razor-edged. Her companion took the scroll and read the runes. 'Fated One,' the other rumored. Curiosity caught Lucinda. “What is this blade, it looks rather odd?” She was so fascinated, she didn’t realize that she spoke out loud.

“Well, she had mentioned that it was not one man, but three.” Elio’s eyes started to get dark out of anger. “My little girl!” “That’s why I didn’t tell you, but you know you cannot resist the mate bond. Anyway, she told me earlier that she was at Moonlit pack. The event is at Moonlit pack. The men are at Moonlit pack. You know what that means?”, Leonora looked at her husband expectantly, waiting for the penny to drop. “Oh shit.”, Elio whispered. “Yes. What is one of them is Griffin?”, Leonora stated.

"Now!" Noah appeared on the upper level, the royal blade in his hands. He threw it with perfect accuracy. The blade flew through the air, spinning end over end, heading straight for Victor's heart. Victor's hand shot out and caught it inches from impact. "Did you really think I wouldn't anticipate that?" He turned the blade over, admiring it. "A royal blade. How fitting. I'll use this to complete the ritual." He raised the blade high, moonlight glinting off silver, and brought it down toward Yuna's chest.

“Daddy stop!” Breen staggered back, blood seeping from his mouth. He then stepped forward again. Jared Noble was by no means a small man and he looked like a bear about to put a smaller animal down. He step forward and swung again. Breen caught his hand and stopped it in mid slam. Victoria clasped her hands over her mouth. Breen leaned forward and spoke low, “Because you are Victoria’s father. I will not fight you.” Jared looked into his eyes as he let out a roar and pulled his other arm back.

But it wasn't enough. Brynhild's blade found Seraphina's leg, cutting deep. Seraphina fell hard, her weapon clattering away. "Yield!" Seraphina gasped. "I yield!" Brynhild's blade stopped at her throat, holding the position for a long, humiliating moment before withdrawing. "Second match to the Northern Kingdom!" the herald announced. The sound of northern celebration was deafening. Our people sat in stunned, horrified silence. We were down two to zero.