Lion's Blade Task Force Novels & Stories

This old blade, stained with blood that had fused with the metal, emanated a chilling killing intent, evoking the brutality and bloodshed of the past. Seeing Kiran's interest in the blade, Lilian explained, "This blade is a trophy from the battle at Belleford Mountain, where Sect Leader Axel Yanes defeated the top master of Sunland." Hearing that it was Axel Yanes' trophy, Kiran felt a deep respect. "During that battle, Sect Leader Yanes summoned the dragon spirit of Belleford Mountain to slay his opponent," Lilian added somberly. "This blade has killed many of our people, and despite being here for years, it remains tainted with evil."

Then Thames turned to me. "Corvus… the Dark One is a Lycan gone rogue." "A Lycan gone rogue?" I turned to him with a start. "I've heard of werewolves going rogue, but not a Lycan going rogue." "He was one of them, Neriah. A highly trusted warrior under the Lycan Leader's rule, a Shadowblade." I paused, and my eyes widened with shock. Shadowblades were secret assassins of the Lycan race. They operated from the shadows, doing the dirty work of the packs, eliminating enemies, covering up scandals, and protecting powerful bloodlines. They were loyal till death.

Part of their initiation was killing a real lion to become full-fledged members. Even the Black Dragons were frozen in shock. It was like watching multiple duplicates of their master—same deadly speed, same merciless skill using only fingers and feet. Scarlet Blade’s hair stood on end when he saw one Black Lion bite off a Dragon Knight’s ear before smashing him against a wall like paper. They were truly ruthless. The Dragons had killed before, but never eaten parts of human flesh. Scarlet Blade remembered Deadly Scythe mentioning the Black Lion, also under their master’s command—but he never imagined they were this feral. How could such monsters be working for their master?

“No, my King. In an attack, maybe one or two. Because the rogues themselves were wolves, and unlike Lycans, they wouldn’t have been able to hold the silver blade in their hands. Those who have the blades normally don’t shift, and they come out last on the battlefield to surprise us. Essentially, to stab us while we’re focusing on the shifted rogues.” Xandar stiffened again at the word ‘stab’. Lucianne continued to stroke his shoulder from his side to calm him down. Xandar pondered before he took a good look at the alliance and asked in concern, “How many of you here have been stabbed by the blade before, if I may ask?”

The Anatomy of the Thermal-Resonance Blade I began the process with the precision of a surgeon. I laid my obsidian blade—the one that had tasted the blood of the Shadow Alpha—onto the stone table. Using a laser-scalpel from my kit, I carved a hollow channel down the center of the blade, exactly where the 'blood groove' would be. "Leo, Ace... I need you," I called out. The boys stepped forward. They had been training with the Cinder-children, learning how to pull heat from the air without burning their lungs. Ace’s hands were already glowing a deep, volcanic red, while Leo stood as the anchor, his golden aura acting as a containment field.

Kaden stepped closer to me, and his eyes dropped to Lily for a second before coming back up. “You came here to express yourself,” he stated, and there was a little edge in his voice now, “so go on and finish it.” I shifted Lily higher on my chest and tipped my chin up. “Fine,” I said. “Here is the deal, and I need you to hear me all the way through.” He folded his arms and gave me space, and I appreciated that more than I wanted to admit. “Blake only handles war intel,” I told him. “He gives us routes, names, timing, and anything else he knows about Leo’s little clown show, and that is the full job. He does not wander around this house like he pays rent or he is part of the pack .”

Liam guessed the attacker was trying to make them look as weak as possible so the Pack members would be concerned, which would ultimately lead to a state of chaos. Liam mindlinker Lucas immediately, asking him to appear at the meeting room no matter where he was. Lucas nodded immediately and cut off the mind link. He was at the armory, hunched over a special blade he had gotten as a gift years ago from an old friend. The blade had special powers and nothing could stand under its powers. It killed anything in its wake.

"Who attacked my mate?" Blade asked, not staring at his two men. "The rogues attacked the Luna. We found her with two male wolves trying to rip her apart." Carson said. A growl ripped from Blade's lips. Those damn werewolves were trying to kill his mate. Well, he would make sure he figured out where those rogues were and where they had come from. "Have you figured out the pack where those rogues came from? I want to know every fucking detail about them."

The blade whispered. “Forgive me old friend for summoning you in this time of need but now your power is needed to end this meaningless conflict. May you lend me your power this day, Blight Eater.” Kent asked. “You will always have my power, my master…” The blade echoed. Kent turned towards the traitor with the blade in hand ready to fight once more when Rion saw the terror the blade possessed. Rio, getting over his shock, laughs mockingly, unbelieving of Kent's words ignorant of the power the blade holds.

One by one the others came. Vega, Tide, Lynx, Caden… killers in different skins, some still part of the Vow, the others from top organizations like the Vow. They weren’t friends. They were weapons that knew how to aim, the best of the best and Blade has selected them over the years. He knew them more than they knew themselves, he trusted them with his life too. And he trusted that they would answer to him, because he had skillfully won their trust and loyalty over the years.