Mount And Blade Paradigm Worlds Novels & Stories

Blade roared, deafening me, but my body was already releasing too much energy that I couldn’t control. I shoved his hands around my arms, and my energy knocked him off. Hard. Blade’s body flew backward and hit the wall of the cabin, breaking it. He made a big hole, and his body landed on the forest ground outside with a loud thud. My whole body shook, and my mind went blank, but I could hear myself speaking continuously. “...the Red Mountains…” A loud growl ripped in the air as Blade got up and leaped forward. And my energy hit him again. I was not even doing anything, but I guess my body continued to react. I was crying harder than I ever had in my whole life, but I didn’t want to continue

The eyes or facets shifted constantly, taking in every detail of the anomaly before them. The First Immortal’s voice echoed in her mind again. “These are the Architects. They hold the design of all realities. Fear is expected, but it will not save you. Trust the bond. Trust the Blade. Trust yourselves.” Seraphine inhaled, feeling the surge of energy between her and the immortal beside her. The Blade of Origin pulsed with their connection, carving a line of light through the shadows. The colossal Architect shifted, and a resonance struck her mind. Images of countless realities flashed before her threads of lives, worlds, civilizations, all vibrating in perfect order. And through it, she saw t

"When twins of pure Alpha blood bond with a True Alpha of selfless heart, the Veil between worlds will weaken. Either the worlds will merge in harmony, or chaos will consume all." Silence. Just the sound of Silverclaw's wings beating and the wind rushing past. "Veil between worlds?" Neon finally asks. "What worlds?" "Earth isn't the only realm," I explain. "There are parallel worlds, dimensions stacked on top of each other like pages in a book. The Veil is what separates them, keeps them distinct. In each realm, different species evolved. Demons in one, fae in another, cosmic horrors beyond imagination in others."

Every remaining fragment of its power gathered together into a single sphere above its head. The sky darkened instantly. The warmth disappeared. The World Tree trembled. Then the old Guardian's voice burst into Thomas's mind. "Move!" Immediately. Thomas raised the weapon. The golden blade answered before he could think. Light erupted upward. The two powers collided. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!! Reality cracked. The heavens split open again. A shockwave rolled across the world. Soldiers shielded their faces. Entire cliffs shattered. The ocean rose like a living wall before crashing back toward the shore.

Broken worlds orbiting the throne accelerated. Ancient convergence energy erupted. Entire realities aligned behind the attack. The Sovereign unleashed everything. The battlefield disappeared inside silver light. For several seconds nobody could see anything. Then the light faded. The parasite stood unharmed. Still smiling. The Sovereign stared. For the first time— Its composure shattered. "Impossible." The parasite shook its head. "No." Then it looked directly at the Sovereign. "Expected." The broken worlds orbiting the throne suddenly collapsed. One after another.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

Above his head was a heavy closed wasteland with visor and chin (section of armor that protects the mouth and chin) reminiscent of the one used by knights during the early 15th century, the wasteland visor was completely smooth, only having the eye holes. On his hips was a belt from which hung two long swords, both were to the left of him and although their edges could not be seen due to their respective sheaths, their hilts were beautifully designed. The first had a white Mikarta handle (a material made with a combination of resin and cloth subjected to pressure and heat) and both the guard and the knob were made of Adamantite, a magical metal considered one of the three most resistant meta

I growled between clenched teeth. "Wow, I like it. Challenge accepted, John Carter. I'm not the most rule-abiding person, but I'll present you with one: I don't want to dream" he emphasized, "that the police are involved in this. Rest assured that I'll know if the most powerful heir in the country" he scoffed, "is breaking the rules. Let the games begin, I'll start by moving a pawn, and I fear you'll lose a piece. Good luck." The call ended.

"What? Do you think Parasite will be having some kind of drama shit with sad background music?" Blade was dumbfounded with his response. "They already expected it. If one of them is taken, they will bite their own tongue. If some of them were killed, then they are dead.. If some of them were injured, they would heal them. They were aware of everything and were prepared for it. The goal should be accomplished through sacrificing. It won't move without sacrifice. Do you think our group is similar to your mini-group with a bunch of youngsters? Dumb shit."

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.