Savage Blade Ffxi Novels & Stories

Indigo was starting to get a little strained, but it was still holding up for now. This was where the differences between soul artifacts really started to show. As Felix's strength grew, Indigo was clearly beginning to fall behind. "It looks like you've done all you can," Felix said, having pretty much gauged Yvian's strength. He raised his right hand and pointed forward. "Six Word Mantra—Astral Ember!" Instantly, the soul blade defending Yvian slashed downward. As the one on the receiving end, Yvian could feel firsthand just how terrifying that strike was.

They're veteran Supremes—powerful and seasoned. "Even if I step into Supreme Realm right now, I'd still be far behind Yohan and Pope of Light. And you dare say you fought them?" "You should get out more and not hide in your little corner. Your vision is too narrow. Have you ever heard of 'young blood rises fast'? You're past your prime," Gideon teased. "You're seeking death!" Tristan roared. Then, he pulled a black curved blade from his robes. "Marshal Snow, this is the day you die! The fifth style of the 13 Ghost Blades—Soul Slice!"

Fighting through the wolfsbane fog, ignoring the way it burned in my veins, reaching for that distant heartbeat with everything I had left. I'm here. I'm still here. Please — if you can hear me — I'm still fighting. Don't give up. Don't— A flicker. Just for a moment — less than a heartbeat — the fog parted and something came through. Not words. Something deeper. A surge of emotion that wasn't my own. Determination so fierce it tasted like iron. Fury so hot it burned. And love. Love so overwhelming it cracked something open in my chest. Fao.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Blood spewed from the open wound and the Toadasilles croaked loudly again. Rain went to its stomach which was much softer. “[Phoenix Blade]” He fused his sword with fire magic and slashed at the belly. At first he was not able to cut through but as he kept pressing his sword in, the skin and flesh tore open. The skin and flesh was burnt so the soft and squishiness of it would turn into hard and crispy.

"You're the one who is seeking death!" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and quickly summoned the Loren Divine Blade that existed within the inner world. It tore through the void and landed in his hand. With the Loren Divine Blade in hand, Severin's aura soared immediately, his aura of complete-stage level three royal paragon had trembled the air. "Die!" After a deep shout, the Loren Divine Blade burst into bright light, a terrifying swordwill tore through the sky and slashed towards Kobe!

Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.” For a split second, I was worried. That was real blood in Blade’s nose. I could smell it. Even if he had already wiped the blood, it kept bleeding which meant that he was really hurt. Was this additional spell taking a toll on his body? He was currently using two spells at the same time. The spell he weaved in the wolf kingdom and now this. By the looks of it, Blade had not regained his full energy and strength yet despite the feeding session we had the other day. But why? I heard from S

If her blood was indeed an Empyreal Weapon, then it might have a name too. Sevyh pulled one of his sabers. The handle was dark-red, carved with fish scales—both guards had a fishtail form, and the long blade was silver and curved. He showed them the carved writing on the blade near the guard. “Twin Blades of Agaski?” Larice muttered.

Cassidy studied them closely, having never been allowed to wield a sword during her training classes with her siblings. Derek's gaze kept sliding to her, and again his sword flew from his grasp. He cursed sharply. "Why is the Fox here? Shouldn't she be in a shadowed corner waiting to pop out and stab someone?" Cassidy glared at the Lycan. "Am I too distracting, My Lord, or are you just a fumbling idiot this morning?" Laughter echoed in the yard and Derek colored hotly. He stomped over to her, "If you're going to be in the training yard, let's see some training then." He returned her glare. "Unless, of course, you're only useful on your back."

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued