Rayla Blades Novels & Stories

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.

Karin realizes this and found herself in confusion. Raya single-handedly takes the blade from Karin's hand leaving it burning to ashes and as Karin screams in agony, Raya explains, "You see, this ancient blade belongs to me and it stays loyal to the blood of the most powerful." "That's why you let me cut you from my first attack." "Bingo." Raya says and as Karin braces herself to be dusted, Raya immediately swings the blade at her slicing her open. Wharton is trembling from his justified posture before, he's now shaking uncontrollably as he begs for his life. Wharton falls down on his knees, "Please spare my life- I'm but a servant ordered to test your skills. Please have mercy."

Lyra had to take the risk. This wasn’t merely a battle of strength; it was a test of resolve and faith. Lyra felt the weight of countless lives resting on her shoulders, the responsibility of choosing between annihilation and a desperate hope for survival. She looked to Ronan, his eyes reflecting the same determination, the same silent understanding. He gave her a nod, a silent affirmation of their shared belief. With a deep breath, Lyra raised her ancestral blade, its polished surface reflecting the pulsing light of the Obsidian Heart. Ronan stood beside her, his silver fur bristling with anticipation. Together, they faced the heart, their resolve unwavering. Lyra focused all her energy, al

Boom! Sword ray and essence overflowed simultaneously. The others didn't even have time to react, including the nine eighth-levels. Only a few could see what was happening clearly. Just after Adrian drew the Divine Frost Slayer Blade, Caleb suddenly rushed forward and unsheathed his own blade. He slashed downward, unleashing a barbaric sword ray that fiercely descended toward Adrian's head. It was a straightforward strike, devoid of fancy maneuvers, but brimming with unmatched power.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

I couldn't help but notice the sparkle in his eyes, reminding me of a child captivated by a story. “I kind of pushed them away, the same way Blake and Amaya do with their magic,” she explained. “She can also run even faster than a vampire, and heal others,” Blake added, fully stepping into the room now. Cruz closed the door, allowing us our privacy. He stayed back with Bennett, leaning against the wall and just watching us all. “What are you?” Garret smiled real wide, astounded by Raya. “I have no idea.” She shook her head, but she was smiling widely, too. It was obvious, although she was confused, she was mainly excited.

Hoping she wouldn't suffer any harm from the attack. One by one, of the warriors from the Crescent Moon closed the circle around them. They sneered and growled as they readied for combat. Unaware of who Selene was, unaware of who James was....unaware of the true background of who Blake is! The heir to the Primordial wolves. The strongest, ruthless, most aggressive wolves in all existence. Will they be able to handle him alone? Alpha Stewart chuckles, an evil glare in his face. Macy stands before him. Her hand held high, face perked up with pride. Under estimating the results that may come.

I pushed him aside while my vision grew blurry. I did not stop when Surry caught up with me, grabbing at my arm. “Rayla” she said breathlessly, “NO one will blame you for what you did. I do not blame you. That was justice, and needed to be done, one way or the other. I just wanted you to know that you- “ Her voice broke in half as I shook her off, never even breaking stride. I ran on. I ran, and I ran, and I ran.