Sky Blade Brave Frontier Novels & Stories

Slow to rise as if he were stunned, Breed faltered a bit. Blade stood over him. “Are you done yet?” He smiled down at his brother. His smile much like Breed’s own. Breed let out a blood curdling Cherokee yell as he rose up and pounded into Blade. Stomach shots, head shots, rib shots. Both men pounded into the other as blood and spit flew everywhere. “Stop them!” Shyla cried out. Greer held her close. “Babe, we can’t.” Shyla’s eyes filled with tears to match Babe’s and Kizzy’s.

She floundered for a moment, looking for the right word. "Guest." Raelyn stated firmly, shaking her hand. "We don't get guests from the lower kingdom. Lycans make the predator shifters nervous." She flashed another toothy smile. "Can't say we don't prefer it that way." Cassidy took her hand back. "To what do I owe the pleasure, your Highness?" Belatedly, she realized she should have curtseyed. She moved to do so, and the other girl snatched at her arm.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.

she snarled her eyes glistering with hate almost like she wasn't the same person feigning sweetness a while ago. I chuckle at how narrow-minded she is to think she could scare me off. "I know who you are Lyra Skye" she states. I shrugged, "Good that you do. Then you must know that your little treats won't do no effect on me" "Be careful--"

but Jimboy already saw its trajectory and arrive at the front of David immediately! *TANG!* *sshikk* the blade and the sword collide with each other! a series of spark flew from their collision. But Jimboy already uses the enchantment to its weapon! unluckily he still not gaining an advantage! instantly Bhlezy uses her needles to ambush the creature! *SHRRIEEK!!* yet, the creature like already foreseen her attack and jumps backward! “Jimboy are you okay!”- Bobby Jimboy only nods. But his focus was on an incredible level.

"Your mom made me take this. Said you'd need it." I accepted the blade, feeling its weight. It was heavier than I expected, and covered in symbols that seemed to shift and move in the corner of my vision. "What's it for?" "Killing demons," Skye said simply. "Or at least hurting them enough to make them rethink their choices." Despite everything, I almost smiled. Almost. We approached the gym entrance together, and with each step, I could feel the magic inside me responding. Growing stronger. More insistent. Like it recognized we were walking toward danger and wanted to protect me.

Yet Sharon moved it around like she was playing with a toy, and the smile on her face was not forced. Reaper’s edge was very different from Canyon’s Mouth. Unlike the aggressive looking Canyon’s Mouth, Reaper’s Edge had a very delicate look. It was a slender saber that was half Sarong’s height, and it was very beautiful. Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

His sword shimmered with a frosty aura that clashed against Sky's flaming blade. Sky twisted gracefully, swinging her sword toward his waist, but Damian stepped back with perfect timing, deflecting the strike with a precise counter. Sky didn't falter; she immediately shifted, launching a fresh series of attacks. Her steps were light, as if a hidden melody dictated her movements. Tiny shards of earth rose beneath her feet, while the swirling winds around her made her even faster.

gripping his sword tightly, Skye sent it up sharply causing the sword to go up until it sliced the top of the leader's head. Blood spurted the front of Skye's emotionless face as he watched the lifeless body fall flat on the ground, allowing blood to stain the grass below them. Ignoring the looks of those watching, Skye used a clean part of the deceased leader's shirt to clean the blood of his sword before standing back up. Trembled voices soon entered Skye's ears as he turned to look at the defeated barbarians. "Anyone else want to die?" Skye challenged calmly, speaking to them casually almost if he was asking about the weather. Scared the barbarians fled in fear, hoping to avoid the usurpe