Novel & Cerita Savage Blade Ffxi

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

Her martial arts training was evident in the precision and power of her strikes, but I parried each blow with ease, dissolving each strike sent my way. “You're indeed Luca's daughter," as the fight continued, I grabbed her arm and twirled her around. "Sia, now go to sleep," In a swift and decisive motion, I dissolved the confrontation, my blow precise and controlled by her nape. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body slumping into unconsciousness as she crumpled to the floor close to Lenox's body. Rosetta nervously sauntered in alongside Ivanos. She looked down at the two bodies lying on the floor. “Pakhan, we are ready to depart. The jet has landed,” Ivanos divulged.

"People are talking about the way you handled Rydan. They’re saying you didn't just kill him, you ended a whole era with total brutality. They saw the way you stood between two Alphas and told them both to back off. They think you're a force of nature, Lyra." I sat there in silence, the words echoing in my head. I wanted to be respected, and I wanted to be seen as a warrior. But Savage Luna? It sounded so wild. I looked down at my hands, the same hands that had cut Rydan’s throat without blinking. I was short of words. I wanted to argue, or maybe say it was too much, but I couldn't.

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

My eyes burned, and I couldn't see anyone sitting in front. “One of the finest specimens from our recent pillage. Virgin. 21 years old. Ripe as a strawberry. Perfect curves. And look at this silver hair, so rare.” He pointed at my hair. “Legend says they bring good luck. The bidding starts at ten thousand dollars.” Laughter and jeering followed. I could feel hundreds of gazes at me. My hands grabbed the sides of my gown and tried to push it down. “Twenty thousand,” a heavy voice came.

"The cut . . . How is this important?" "That cut is not ordinary." Calix's face darkened. "The blade Navea tried to hurt you with—it is made from the metal mined at the rim of Sygnus, the void in the Underworld. When imbued with the right spells, it can take a mortal's soul to Hell regardless of its purity. While it can do so without killing the body instantly, the physical form with rot from the inside over a short period of time." Flashes of Damien's blackened neck appeared in Kat's mind. "So Damien's been hurt by this blade too. I got hurt by it. Does that mean I have no soul anymore?"

The blade was white but with red vein-like patterns running alongside the blade and there were several magic circles etched into the blade, each only a centimeter in diameter. The blade was still 5ft long; they kept the Red Fang as close to the original as possible only changing the blade and the hilt, even the sheath was still the body of the red dragon snake. Saxon was silent. He channeled his mana into the 3 energy cores, forming three separate imprints simultaneously. He then smoothly cut his thumb with the blade and dropped 3 drops of his blood on the cores and watched as they were absorbed and merged with his imprint. "The connection is so strong and seamless, the blade feels like but