Sky Blade Brave Frontier Novels & Stories

In the end, both alphas were left barefoot and shirtless with only their pants on. Some of Skye’s alarm must have shown because Brite reached over to pat his shoulder with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, they’ll both just have a few bruises but nothing serious. Sometimes alphas just need to hit something, trust me,” Brite said with a wink. “Shouldn’t they have armor on or something?” Skye asked, his eyebrows furrowed as Dyllen moved forward, stances changing as he raised his wooden sword.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

My bride enjoys our bedroom play but she becomes antsy after a few hours and we always end up flying or training. "You truly like it?" I have no idea where this shyness comes from. "You are radiant. I have something else for you." Her smile lights up her face. "What is it?" I've brought my saddle bags so I can stow clothes to change into. They also hold her surprise. I pull out another sheath for the halberd in the same fine white as her outfit. I want my brother dragons to see my warrior bride and know she is no one to trifle with.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

The yellow mud slurry was like a wall, crashing down and blanketing everything in its path. Tyler used all the strength in his body to fling me out. By the time I could lift my head, I saw Tyler standing on the exact spot where I had been just now. The mud slurry had already submerged his calves. "Tyler!" He glanced back at me. Through that one brief glance, I saw something in it that I had never seen before. He flashed a smile at me. "Cleo, have I managed to teach you to be brave for once?" My eyes stung.

Adding a little surprise to my expression. He laughed at my act, obviously buying it. “It’s at the bottom of the pyramid. All it does is make the cuts deeper. There’s better stuff when you speak of enchantments” From where I stood, I could see the bald spot on the center of his head. A really aged, short man. “Now I am intrigued. Would I be able to afford such?” “Depends on how much you are willing to pay” I dropped the fairy dust blade “I’m interested in that collection”

As the first gate opens with the symbol of the fish-goat God, guardian God Capricorn emerges as it brings forth the cold and mist of the elemental ice. “Battlefront.” Kyle whispers just under his breath as he draws his blade close and a centimeter away and below his eyes. Tracing the front blade with his right hand as ice envelope it in return forming a diamond shine and hardness on it. He moves a step and a foot back as he vanishes in sight striking Arthur with his eyes and intent to kill.

A mistake, made on purpose, an opening left for it to take. And when it takes it I am already moving into the space its certainty left behind, and the Phantom Blade goes in under the jaw, up, into the place where the source sits, and I pour everything I am burning down the length of the titanium and into the thing that wears my face. It does not scream. It has no fear to scream with. The body folds, slow, my own features going slack on it, and as it goes down it looks up at me with my dimming eyes, and it uses the last of my stolen voice, and what it says is the worst wound of the whole night.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.