Romans & histoires Luck Blade

The blade was the hidden rapier concealed within the ebony cane—Chloe’s most ingenious design. With the "Ghost" pinned and screaming, the elder Liam turned his gaze toward the Fat Man. His eyes were cold, sharp reflections of the blade he had just deployed. The Fat Man’s knees gave out instantly. He collapsed into a heap, his hands raised in surrender. "It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault! Kevin Blue made me do it! I didn't do anything!" The elder Liam didn't waste words. He stepped forward and delivered a kick so powerful it flipped the Fat Man over, leaving him groaning in a heap. A second strike ensured he wouldn't be moving for a long time.

Luke staggered, clutching his wounds while enduring excruciating pain. "Aaahhh!!!" roared Luke, his voice breaking between the pain that was taking over his body. Ken paused for a moment, his breathing ragged, while his cold gaze couldn't escape Luke who was trying to get up. Without hesitation, Ken pulled a golden dagger from his belt. The weapon glowed as if the full moon had given it a special power. The dagger was the stuff of legend, believed to be able to end the life of any Alpha. This was the moment Ken had been waiting for, the moment his revenge was achieved.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Mrs Blake replied. “Your highness, you should be happy our park is taking over” Ruby said and Lola also nod her head in support. “And you know, Alpha Ryder isn’t weak, his coming back won’t be nice, what’s the essense of fighting each other, what’s the gain, we have the phoenix sword which isn’t ours” Mrs Blake replied. “You are thinking like a real and kind Luna, but we need it, our park must be the most superior” Ruby replied with a smile and Mrs Blake chuckled.

Her eyes are purple. "She's so beautiful, how could she be an enemy?" a man with gray messy hair whispered. His body armor was made of silver, his eyes were blue and he had a scar cut on his left eye. Another woman with long yellow hair stood up. She approached Luna and pushed the man who pulled the princess inside. "Not because she's beautiful, she is no longer an enemy." She wiped the tears from Luna's eyes with her finger before removing the fabric from her face. "Her beauty is ethereal! Is she a goddess?" astonishing question of the man with gray messy hair.

I parried, the impact jolting up my arm. “Don’t get distracted,” he said, forcing me back with another swing. I growled and pushed forward, meeting his strikes with mine. “I’m not distracted. I’m furious.” “Then you’re sloppy,” he countered, ducking low. I caught his blade mid-swing and shoved him back hard. “You forget who you’re talking to, Alexandros. I’m a lycan. I could kill you.” He straightened, sweat running down his temple. “Skill,” he said, raising his sword again, “is more powerful than strength.”

Lucas caught my stare across the carnage and nodded once—acknowledgment that I was safe, that his alpha's mate was being protected even while larger battles raged around us. A blade lay abandoned near the base of an oak tree, probably dropped by someone who'd decided claws were more efficient weapons than steel. The metal gleamed dully in filtered sunlight, its edge carrying nicks that spoke of recent use against targets that had fought back with supernatural strength. I grabbed it without conscious decision, muscle memory from childhood fencing lessons taking over when rational thought proved inadequate for processing the chaos surrounding me. The weight felt wrong in my hand—heavier than t

*Lyra* The wind snakes through the hollow shell of what used to be a cabin, rattling loose shingles like old bones. I pull my cloak tighter and step over a collapsed beam, the wood soft under my boots. Bram moves ahead of me, silent, scanning every shadow the way he always does.

She was oblivious to Alexander's wrath, not knowing that if she had emerged as the winner, she would never leave Ol' Mare alive under Alexander's watchful eye. Lacey then leaped onto the stage, wielding a sword with practiced ease. Amber, armed with the Azure Dawn Sword, a protective jade bracelet, and Silver Secret Gloves, was well-prepared for the challenge. As the duel began, members of Walberton Martial Arts School gathered around, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected confrontation. Lacey's companion, aware of the high stakes, watched nervously. He knew that if things went wrong, they might not leave alive. However, he had no chance of convincing Lacey to act more cautiously.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.