Sky Blade Brave Frontier Novels & Stories

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Adrians cold menacing spat at them I quickly turn around not wanting to waste another minute with this jerks "Wait Skylar is that you"Why why why why did he have to see me I didn't turn around I slowly drift my gaze off to Adrian to see him with his usual frown on to anyone you'd think his okay but I noticed how white his knuckles are "Skylar I know its you what are you doing here"An angry Blake questions me.. this got me angry "Excuse me... I think the question here is what are you doing here "I shoot back now turning around and walking towards him standing in front of the bastard

“Here’s the map.” Arose from nothing was a map. It spreads across the round table and every detail of it was so clear. A copy of the entire Claveria Haltera map but only the Kitezh north was on it. Mainly the lands of three werewolf territories; the Abberant, Madfur Okami, and the Shadowstone. “The main frontier was situated lying trigon. Taking a chunk of the northern part of Nightwinder and Madfur. What happened this morning, the first and second line of defense was breached.”

The skirmish was a blur of violence and ice. The Northern Mercenaries lunged at us, their rusted silver blades whistling through the mist. I didn't use a weapon. I moved through the battlefield like a ghost, my feet barely touching the ground. Every time a Mercenary swung at me, I simply existed in their space. My frequency was so high that their blades shattered upon contact with my skin. I reached out and touched the chest of a High-Mercenary, and he turned into a pillar of frost-dust before he could even scream. “Left! They’re flanking!” Sasha’s voice was a predatory snarl in my head.

I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone. As I hauled it out, the air temperature plummeted. The massive, six-foot curve of the Reaper's Scythe manifested, its bone-white steel humming with the screams of a thousand forgotten ghosts. I didn't run. I flickered, activating my Shadow Evasion Skill. The world turned into a gray smear for a microsecond. I reappeared in front of the girl just as the Bao-Feng's shadow eclipsed her. I swung the scythe in a brutal, gravity-defying arc.

The Frost Wolf is awake. It is massive, its body made of ice and shadow. Its eyes burn with cold fire. When it moves, the ground freezes beneath its feet. "Seraphina," Kael says. "We need to fight." "Yes. We do." We meet the Frost Wolf on the frozen plains. The battle is brutal, fierce. The Frost Wolf is stronger than anything we have faced. Its cold cuts through our armor. Its claws shatter our shields. But I have the Sun Blade. I raise it high. Light explodes from the blade, pure and blinding. The Frost Wolf howls, recoiling from the light.

There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy. He looked at him with his nose flaring, Finn smirked and took out his sword. "Nice to meet you, Alpha Blaze or should I say your majesty." He bowed down playfully, Blaze growled. "I don't know what do you think? I think majesty suits me better." He smirked and Finn glared at him. "You will pay for this." He pointed out with his sword on his chest and lunges toward him, fortunately, his reflexes were good and he avoided the sword then snatched it harshly away from him.

But now, with the drastic drop in temperature, that mist solidified, turning into snowflakes made of blood. It was a shocking sight—an eerie phenomenon. The gathered warriors fell into silence, holding their breath. Even Brantley and Waylon, proud geniuses in their own right, watched intently. The battle was about to begin. "Horseback Blade!" Draven wasted no time and unleashed one of his ultimate techniques right away. At their level, there was no need for meaningless prewarning. "Ice Spear!" Umbra harnessed the crimson snow, forging a blood-colored spear of ice and hurling it forward.

“So he doesn’t know we’re coming?” Gray shakes his head. “No.” “Do you really think that’s the smartest idea?” Ice asks. “He’s not going to know who we are or that we’re purebloods. How do you know he’s not going to kill us as soon as we step foot on his territory?” “Because he has wolves guarding the borders,” Bo answers. “And because you’ll be escorted there by a friend of mine who knows him. I set everything up, he may already know you are coming, but we don’t know for sure.”