Sekiro Mist Noble Novels & Stories

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)

Answers that we needed to stop the rogue attacks along my borders. “Breathe,” Mario whispered to me and gave me a look that said he had total faith in me. He meant it to be reassuring, but it only made me even more nervous. I wiped my palms on my pants leg and took a slow, deep breath as the door opened. I leaned back in my chair, forcing myself to look relaxed. Koreyon led the first rogue into the room and pushed him into the folding chair across from me.

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

Kyler said weakly. The pain from Mizuki's slam still made his body so weak, Kyler even lost far if given the opportunity to fight this girl in front of him. However, one thing that left Kyler speechless was when Mizuki looked at him with the girl's beautiful eyes. It turned out that Mizuki was really pretty when her bangs didn't block their gaze. Very similar to the look in Alice's eyes, Kyler even had time to feel that Mizuki had a resemblance to Alice. That cold, untouchable girl.

In doing so, we were accepting that we were vermin, beneath even the lowest of Werewolves. The sun’s light dimmed as it drifted below the tree line. Streams of gold peeked through the foliage, hitting Hakeem along the slope of his lifted cheekbones. There was something beautiful about the searing look of vengeance and how it could both erase one’s humanity while also enhancing it. Hakeem’s dark, smooth skin soaked up the rays of gold, reflecting them in his eyes and bringing out their hidden wisps of color. “I’m Lilac Einar.” He didn’t blink as he said, “I know who you are.”

I answered her then she left. As I was removing my things from the suitcase, I saw a pink pouch. I know it's not mine because I never buy anything in a color pink, I mean my favorite color is blue and white and it's impossible for me to buy a pink pouch. I also don't remember anyone giving this to me. When I opened it, I saw a large amount of money. Who is it from? I saw a note on the side and I immediately read it. Hi Mikaya, this is from me. I know you would reject it if I gave it to you personally. Just think of it as my birthday gift to my future niece. Always be careful bestie. I love you all very much.

Her golden armor glinted in the sunlight, mocking her defeat, but her silence was louder than any insult she could’ve thrown. I kept my gaze forward, my sword steady in my hand. The weight of it grounded me, the warm hilt familiar against my palm. My thigh throbbed where her blade had grazed me, blood soaking into my pants, but I didn’t let my grip falter. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me waver. Nylo clung to my shoulder, his tiny claws digging into the leather of my vest. “You showed her, Kiki,” he whispered, his voice fierce with pride. “She’s nothing now.”

Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today. Seven, the ever-observant second-in-command, nodded in my direction as I approached. Seleira stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with her usual sharp focus. I took a deep breath and started stretching, doing my best to avoid eye contact with Zayn. The last thing I needed was another pointless exchange with him. "Oh, the princess is back." I caught whispers from my side. They were trying to keep it low, but did they forget we had supersonic hearing? Or were they just stupid?

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

most of them hid their identity and even mate with the human, they end up having mixed babies with the blood of a human and a werewolf which is known as a Hybrid. The wind blew lovely air, making street workers put on their cardigans to prevent cold but soon enough an umbrella was visible everywhere as the rain began to pour hard. Few without umbrellas were seen running to prevent being soaked in the rain. Miriam was soaked in tears as the black stain of her eye pencil lingered all over her face, she had no care in whatever situations she was presently in. Her neatly arranged and flowered-looking hair an hour ago now looked a mess. Her wedding dress was torn and drenched in water, she cried