Sky Blade Brave Frontier Novels & Stories

TO ACCESS THE SOVEREIGN'S REBELLION, PLEASE COMPLETE THE TRANSACTION. Lyra’s blade shattered against the barrier. And from the "User Profile" Eye, a hand made of solid, glowing "Premium Gold" began to reach for Kaelen.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

“You little—” Skye stood in front of Max, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing. “You lay one more finger on him,” she growled, “and I will break your nose myself.” Rowan blinked, shock washed across his face then anger. He rose unsteadily to his feet. “I should break you for touching me.” Skye reached into her boot and pulled out the small silver blade she always kept there. Rowan took one look at the shining metal and froze. Skye stepped closer, pressing the blade against her thigh, ready to attack.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

I wrapped my arms around my chest to cover myself. “It’s fine, Beta Brighton,” I said, trying to make him feel comfortable, since he clearly felt awkward seeing me in my night gown. “Have you come to check on Zane?” He shook his eyes. His expression was serious. “I’m afraid not,” he said. “I’ve just been informed that Alpha Skylar has attacked the border.” “What border?” my grandfather asked, his eyes wide. “The Silvermist Pack border,” Beta Brighton replied. He was here? Alpha Skylar? He was attacking OUR border?

If they had known, they would have run by now. Suddenly, a surge of sword-skill came. Before they knew it, the shimmer of a sword flashed before them, followed by Zephyr’s sudden appearance. “Fourth Slash!” he said quietly. Blade after blade appeared around them, powered by Zephyr’s Lightfoot. With a disgusting, loud crack, and a spray of fresh blood, two of the Sun fighters were cut limb from limb. “Die!” One of them yelled, angered by the death of their comrade. “Fifth Slash!” Zephyr cried, he vanished and reappeared out of thin air in front of the man. “Not this time!” the man yelled, he reached out for Zephyr with his tiger-like claw attacks.

His voice is shaky, with built up rage very evident. “Bernice here would have made a good Luna, unlike this ugly good for nothing scarface. Am not afraid of you Drake, and if you feel that you are man enough, draw your weapon and defend yourself. If you feel inadequate, you can enlist the help of your mercenary brother in law. I want to kill two birds with one stone." Boniface replies. For a moment I see a mixture of reactions in Alpha Drake. He doesn't know whether to get angry or to get surprised at the words of his Gamma. But instinctively as a warrior he draws his sword, and so does everyone else. Then we charge at each other.

“Wait, how?” “Duh, girl? He's the friend I'm talking about! The one who owns half of this resort,” he explained as my eyes widely opened in shock. “Is… is that real?” I asked the green-eyed guy. “Yup, Caleb Silva at your service, ma'am,” the guy smirked as I turned my back on them. What the actual fuck was that? Am I dreaming? Oh, goodness gracious! How many times do I have to humiliate myself in front of that guy? Just great, Agatha!

I am experienced in fighting, especially using my, but Zale told me earlier to not use my magic because it is dangerous if normal people will see it. I used to hunt, concentrate Seraphina, you can finish this up quickly. I used full force and struck my sword on its head, and cut it off its body. Exhausted I am, I still fought some of the beasts but as a result of our victory was bruises all over us, but I got more bruises than Zale. I guess fighting beasts like these ones ain't that bad. Zale put medicine on my bruises and covered them with a cloth so that it wouldn't get infected by bacterias present in the forest and also stop the bleeding, especially on my right shoulder.

Harvey raised his sword and blocked Jacknife’s slash at unbelievable timing, causing him to miss. “You b*stard!” Jacknife was utterly enraged after all of his attacks missed. He held his sword with both hands and stepped forward before splitting the wind in half. “Zephyr Slash!” Harvey’s pupils shrunk. “You’re an Islander?!” he asked while frowning. He used the Zephyr Slash, a killer move from the Island Nations. Jacknife completely ignored Harvey and swung his sword at lightning speed, as if he was going to cut Harvey in half.