Novel & Cerita Seraphim Blades

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.

Not the battle or the casualties or even my own life. I had to reach her. A Nightblade stepped into my path. It was a female with hair like frost and eyes that reflected no light. She moved with the unnatural speed of her kind and her blade sang as it moved toward my throat but I blocked and countered and our weapons met with a shower of sparks. "The Wolf King himself." She smiled and I saw fangs. "Lady Seraphine will be pleased." "You will die here." I drove forward with enhanced strength and felt my blade bite deep into her shoulder. She hissed and retreated but two more Nightblades replaced her.

Seraph began coughing up blood, which roused a cackle out of Lucien. "This couldn't be any more poetic." Lucien brought his head to Seraph's ear and began to whisper. "This is the same blade I plunged into Lailah's heart, and now I finally get to use it on you. And as you lay dying, you will get to watch me kill your beloved once more." "Don't you dare touch her." Seraph spat his blood onto Lucien's face. "I don't think you are in any position to be making demands." Lucien twisted the knife in Seraph's chest. "This blade was carved from the Tree of Death. It's the only known material that can kill the beings born from the Tree of Life."

“Blood recognizes blood.” The blade was offered. Seraphina took it. The metal was cold, humming faintly beneath her fingers, as if aware of her presence. She hesitated only a second before drawing it across her palm. Pain bloomed sharp and clean. A single drop of blood fell onto the stone. The reaction was immediate. The runes along the blade flared violently, burning gold, then crimson. The blue fire in the pit roared upward, changing color—deepening, darkening—until it turned silver-white.

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.

“Come out and face me, or do you prefer to die like worms in the dark?” For a moment, silence. Then, movement. Figures emerged from the smoke—six of them, clad in dusksteel armor, faces hidden beneath mirrored masks. Akira Blades. Their elite shadows. The frontmost one stepped forward, twin daggers spinning in his hands. “Jude Seraphin,” he said, voice distorted through the mask. “You’ve grown too bold.” I smiled. “And you’ve grown too stupid.” He lunged. His blades moved fast, but not fast enough. I caught his wrist mid-strike, twisting until the bones snapped like dry twigs. His scream was short-lived.

“Mwahaha, I want every last one of them. Don’t make me wait!” I opened the lid. Inside lay the legendary hellblades, their malevolent aura instantly unmistakable in the dim room. And of course, the ancient weapons immediately sensed the demon’s presence channeling through my body, and the metal edges began to gleam with a sinister red light. Tethys’s feeling of absolute triumph surged through my veins like a lethal poison. But as I looked closer at the velvet lining, I realized one of the blades was missing. The last blade, the specific one that Manolya always kept close to her person for protection, wasn’t in the box.