Skyrim Blades Followers Novels & Stories

"I'll try. But I can't promise I won't worry. Can't promise I won't try to talk you out of dangerous decisions." "I wouldn't expect anything less." I took his hand, placing it on my still-flat abdomen. "We're in this together. All three of us. But that means trusting each other. Supporting each other. Not controlling each other." He covered my hand with his, his touch gentle. "Together," he agreed. Two Weeks Later The scouts returned with news: the Moonblade was real, and they'd located it in the ruins of an ancient temple deep in neutral territory. Damon assembled his team: himself, three experienced warriors, a healer, and over Killian's protests me.

The only packs that had alliances with vampires were desperate to survive. "Magick probably," he reached into his belt, pulling out a bag and shook it. It was then I noticed his collection of silver blades, wrapped carefully so even he wouldn't be pricked. He followed my eyes and shook his head. "These aren't for you. They're for people like Delmar, who only want to hurt you. Gerwulf would see to my death if harm came to you. You're... special to him." I furrowed my brow in confusion.

Renny noticed one thing in particular, not one of them wore a sword. A tall elf with long, blond hair approached her first, his hands clasped in front of him. He bowed his head once and then greeted her. "Well met, Warrior's Blade. My name is Jamairlo, twelfth Keeper of the Sword, wielding the blade before Rhychard Bartlett. I knew then that things were changing, but I could not foresee how much transformation there would be." Another elf stepped up to Renny's other side, this one with dark hair tied back in a ponytail. "My name is Mobias, eleventh Keeper of the Sword," he said. "We are eager to assist."

However, the members of the other two villages had also found it. "Looks like it isn’t just people from our village who sneak in here from time to time." The leader of the Blade's Reach team chuckled. He was dressed in all black, and his hands were folded behind his back. As he walked, the sword at his waist swayed with each step he took. Soon, the Blade’s Reach team surrounded those from Mudstone and Emberfallen. The leader stopped in front of the Dragon Dial and looked at it intently. "The day the chief spoke of has finally arrived."

“Besides, when you saved His Grace, you had saved us as well. You don’t know this but we owe you a lot more than you think, princess.” “Still, this is not fair for you. I haven’t even beaten you yet, Sir.” The knights laughed. Onyx’s eyes were dancing with amusement when he said, “You are really still thinking about that?” “Of course, Sir.” Before he could answer, Blade stepped out of the door. He was wearing the same uniform as his knights. My eyes widened. “You are coming with me too, your grace?” “Lead us, warrior,” he said instead. “And we will follow.”

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

I whispered, my true voice barely audible. The Hollow stirred inside her at the contact, curious. Doppel-Lyra’s command snapped like a leash: “Blade, obey.” We fled into the night. Lyra rallied what remained of loyalty: Thorne, Mira, the weakened elders, a reluctant Selene and Elias, who insisted on coming, his glyphs pulsing with dormant power. The elders spoke in the torchlit courtyard, voices like wind through graves. “The Blade cannot be tracked by scent or magic. But the Mirror Hunger in the Vessel can sense its reflection. Follow where you are weakest.”

I sighed as it was taking a toll on me just thinking of how much danger I was putting them in. Elder Stewart chuckled, “I don't blame you for being cautious, it's what a leader should be, but a leader should also be wise……as well as compassionate,” I glanced at him out of the corner of my eyes. Our conversation was cut short when a howl pierced the air and I drew my claws out at alert, sharing a look with Stewart. The howl was too close for my liking and my first thought was that this was a trap and they were about to attack.

He looked at the only thing in the house as dangerous as himself. "Don't let your edges go dull because you're afraid of the damage you do," he whispered, leaning down until the scent of cedar and ozone was a physical weight. "The Syndicate is coming to harvest you. My guards are coming to contain you." He pressed the handle of the obsidian blade into my free hand. His singed fingers brushed mine, and the contact was an earthing wire—a violent jolt of heat that made the silver threads on my temple ignite with a defiant spark.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.