Skyrim Blades Followers Novels & Stories

One weapon accomplished, imbue blade strength success. Tink! State blade release. Name : blade Strength : 10 "What a miracle." The leader didn't consult, he knows the conversation between elder 1 and Cleo Nie. Before Xiao Wan gives the blade, everyone already lines up to make a request. "I want a sword." "You rejected before." "You missed hearing." "Your blind indeed." "I want a knife." "I need a girlfriend." "Bro, you older enough." "This is blacksmith!" "Damn!" "What do you expect with the plan?" The leader sigh, prepare some excuse.

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.

He held a tattered cloth in one hand and a relic in the other—a fragment of obsidian etched with runes that pulsed faintly. “She’s crossed the boundary,” he said, his voice thick with awe and fear. “She’s not like us anymore.” Lyra turned toward him, head tilting in a strange, eerily graceful way. “Why are you here?” “I followed you,” he admitted. “I thought I could protect you. I didn’t expect him to use that blade. The one forged in the Hollowed Moon’s eclipse.” Kael rose slowly, placing himself between them. “You knew about the blade?”

"We've confirmed they're one and the same, so I've had someone on his tail at every hour of the day." "I mean, Graham's been a martial god with ultimate mastery for three years now. It's gotta be tough to track him without getting caught, right?" Quispe chimed in again. "Don't sweat it, Black Blade. We've got it covered," Nevaeh assured him with a grin. Whoa! Black Blade could not help but suck in a breath. Nevaeh's words meant the tracker was no slouch—had to be top-tier. He was dead sure they were not from the Shadow Sect. Knowing them as he did, no one but the Five Blades could match that level of badassery.

It's a lot different when you're in the shit. My blade started to glow blue. I was preparing for a [Raiden's Finger]. I lifted my sword into the air forming a large blue electric blade. I was going to cut down Syllia when a dwarf appeared in front of her. He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling.

Reaching for his side, Ymir unsheathed another blade, and in the same instant the ones in his hands vanished. I backed away immediately after witnessing the change of blades. I didn't want to rush forward with an attack when I wasn't sure of what these new blades could do. It was safe to assume that each of them possessed unique abilities, someone like this couldn't possibly face the Lycan with ordinary blades. People like him were way too proud to even think of doing so. "These blades nullify healing of any sort, do not think you'll heal back after I cut you to pieces with these blades." He educated. It was a foolish thing to do, but I was pleased he had opened up.

The Heavenly Conquering Blade in his hand bloomed with a cold glint of bloodthirstiness. Tyr frantically chased after the guardians of the Sacred Association in a crazed fashion with his Nine Steps to Disorientation. The man in white who held the Sword of Grace also strode forward. A frightful frenzy had gradually overtaken their sanity. There was now only one thought in their minds—to kill. Soon, Tyr caught up to one of the guardians of the Sacred Association. The guardian’s countenance was filled with horror when he turned around. Tyr had already raised the Heavenly Conquering Blade in his hand and brought it down upon him with a single slash. The guardian of the Sacred Association did not

Scarlet's Pov: The first light of dawn painted the sky in soft pastels, casting a gentle glow over the ancient woods where my pack thrives. The Silver Star Pack, a symbol of centuries of lupine history, is located in the center of this mystical world. Tall trees form a natural fortress, their branches entwined like ancient guardians. I emerge from the depths of the woods. My auburn hair, touched by the morning dew, frames a face marked with determination.

My nails bit into my palm, the metallic taste stirring my wolf's mournful howl. These words had haunted me since I became Marcus's mate three years ago. Being a rogue, without a clan, was a stain I couldn't erase—until now. I had my brothers and would soon return to my real Pack. I lifted my chin. "So, Bladeclaw's Alpha needs Silver Moon blood to keep his throne?" Sydney sputtered, her snow-wolf totem flaring. "How dare a rogue question bloodlines? Marcus is a rare Alpha!" "Wasn't that your point—that Silver Moon blood makes a proper Luna for Marcus?"