Rayla Blades Novels & Stories

Lyra whispered, “Oh gods… he’s the one the Architect was afraid of.” Aria readied her blade. But it no longer glowed. It had burned out in the last strike. The figure smiled. “No blade can stop me now.”

Instinct roared to life, shadows curling at her fingertips as she shoved him back with a force that cracked the stone wall. He slumped to the floor, coughing blood, laughing weakly. “Kill me, goddess. Do it. She already sees through my eyes. She already knows you fear her.” Raven crouched, fury trembling through her veins. “What does Lyandra want?” The omega’s laugh turned to a hiss. “The Hollow Blade. It sleeps inside you. She will rip it from your soul.” Raven’s breath stilled. “She doesn’t want the Riders,” Raven whispered, realization sinking like a blade into her gut. “She wants me.”

“To think? You don't want me to learn, Alpha. I want to know how to fight. I want to be able to stand up for myself.” “You already do that with your mouth.” I screamed in frustration. “I'm not going to be the damsel in distress. I don't need a prince to save me. I can save myself. But if you're not going to let me learn, I will use blades.” Ryker nodded and dipped his hand into his pocket and retrieved a dagger. He placed it in my palm. I stared at the weapon and caressed its cold blades with my fingertips. “What am I to do with this?”

she added viciously. Dillon and Leia were nervous, but that changed when they heard screams from the area point of the hunters and rouges. It was the Alpha’s voice. Leia tries to roar, but Dillon stops her. Suddenly, a cold breeze started to blow. Leaves were slowly falling. Leia and Dillon glanced at Emily. They were shocked as they could see the glowing light from Emily’s body. "Moon Goddess..." Dillon uttered, then glanced at the sky, where the clouds were slowly glowing. "The power of the moon..." he added.

She wanted more, but her body couldn't handle it anymore. The woman is Blade, a promising female warrior in the Greenstone and captain of a squad. She's an omega, but she managed to rise through the ranks with her exceptional talent. However, being one of the strongest still couldn't satisfy her. She's only a big fish in the well, and many are stronger than her outside.

Morgan’s POV I felt Harry’s hands on my shoulders, and I looked up at him. “Patience Alpha”, his voice came through the mind link. I heaved a sigh and sat down. When the Sage saw that I was calm, he began his speech. “Now, the next matter we would table with the council is the matter of your fated mate, which may turn out to be Luna in the near future. He heaved a sigh, “Alora is a hybrid. We saw what happened during her shift. She walked on two legs. Her fur… silver with streaks of blue. That is not natural.”

Royal’s POV "Does she even have a soul left in there?" Ripley asked. He dragged the edge of the blade along the inside of her thigh. The metal was cold and sharp. It snagged on the thin fabric of her underwear and sliced through it like paper. Rilla didn't move. She didn't flinch or cry out. Her eyes were wide and fixed on the window, watching the clouds move across the blue sky. It was like she had stepped out of her own body and left the shell behind.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“Protect Kalia!” The wraith’s claw slashes, grazing Renn, his relics dimming, his scar pulsing shadow, his body crumpling, his hymn a whisper. Veyra’s blade flares, striking the wraith, her runes blazing, shielding Renn, her voice a cry. “He’s fading!” Cassia’s blade sparks, her fire wounding the wraith, her eyes blazing, her voice sharp. “Renn, hold on!” Maddox’s shadows bind a claw, his dagger slashing, his grunt desperate. Sylvara’s vines crumble, her aura fading, her hands clawing stone, her lips whispering Elara’s name. Lysara’s frost-ring pulses, her blade slashing, her strikes relentless, frost trailing. Theryn’s light-blade flares, their hymn frail, Zorath’s gauntlet steady, slashing

“You knew about the blade?” “I didn’t know it would be used on her.” Riven’s face twisted. “I thought it was meant for me. Or you.” The forest fell into a thick silence again. The wolves were gone. The air was heavy with smoke and old magic. Kael turned to Lyra. “How do you feel?” She looked down at her hands. Her veins glowed faintly beneath her skin—silver, like starlight. Her fingers flexed, and tiny arcs of energy jumped between them.