Night Sky Blade Novels & Stories

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g

“Stay down dog, and tell me where the hell is my daughter. I will tear your throat out if I don't hear an answer in two seconds or less.” But like a stubborn mute, Loki remained unmoving even though his nose was bleeding profusely. After a brief moment, Mr. Blade looked over at Luna, and within a flash, he rushed for her, grabbing her by her throat, and lifting her over his shoulder as she struggled to breathe. “I will start with her then!” Mr. Blade snarled, shaking her like she was a ragdoll as she screamed in pain. “Tell me where the fuck Skylar is, damnit!”

he called as his guards once again tried their best to get a hold of the situation in way which favors their master but this time they had no bait to use. So Sandra and others didn’t go even a bit easy on them and just like that they were defeated. While everyone was busy fighting Night noticed that Blade was trying to flee with another of his guards “ oh I won’t let you get away this time brother” he vowed and yelled at Sandra to hand the gun to him “ just point holed part towards your prey and pull back the small object at the perpendicular area” Sandra explained Night didn’t wasted a second as he started chasing Blade Since he was a little ahead with his guard Night used the gun and shot

Third Person POV Livie is dragged out of the dungeon by a guard and Gunther, followed by Skylar and his dad, alpha Noah Morrison. Her body is filled with bruises, blood, and evidently a few broken bones. Though Skylar can care less about what has happened to her, he is pissed off. She is supposed to leave tomorrow morning as one of the peace offerings to the Dark Moon. If things don't work out accordingly, he and his dad will not be able to talk the Dark Moon alpha into protecting them.

I don’t allow myself to move until I can see the guiding light, her belly full in the sky, her smaller children dotting the sky and I finally release the tension, leaning into the tree, my knees creaking along with it. I fold the light-saver and run out the forest, the trees sparse, and now I’m marching through an open field. The snow is up to my knees, and I struggle harder because I’m in plain sight, another kidnapper could get to me. One does. I see one easily, a knight in black and red marching through the field with ease, sword slung over his back, his red eyes pulsing and locked onto me. This is it. I can’t run in time, I’m not fast enough. The knight grabs me, ready for the kill, and

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.

It was a soothing night. The atmosphere was peaceful and serene. Tranquility enveloped everywhere, and the night sky had a subtle glow to add to it. The stars were scattered around the sky, each one twinkling like a diamond. The full moon, a silver crescent, casted a gentle glow over the clear field like it was in tune with the pack's mind. The wind whispered softly, the leaves around the pack rustled in response to it. Standing on the podium of the field was Liam, with a knife in his hand in preparation for the Luna's claiming.