Novel & Cerita Skyrim The Pale Blade

As dusk approached, we finally reached the heart of the Whispering Forest. An enormous circular clearing opened before us. At its center lies a mirror-like lake. Moonlight danced across its surface despite the setting sun. And there... Rising from a black stone altar... Was the Sword of Eclipse. Its silver blade shimmered with streaks of midnight black, as though light and darkness had been forged together. The Crown upon my head glowed brilliantly. “The third relic,” Liam whispered. “We found it.” But we were not alone. A slow clap echoed through the clearing.

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.

With a dramatic, deliberate motion, he patted the new scabbard at his hip, proudly showing off the rune-engraved steel blade forged specifically by Althea. "Look at this," Lucas said deadpan, though he couldn't completely hide the proud glint in his crimson eyes. "An arcana flame-burst blade crafted by Althea. This will be far more useful at the border than a scrap of silk." Standing near the lead carriage, Althea folded her arms, letting a subtle, victorious smile grace her lips. "I told you girls, my true masterpiece hangs at his waist." Liora and Lyra immediately pouted, but Veyra's melodic laugh from the terrace above eased the morning's nervous tension.

Black handle, black blade, and engraved along the spine, clean and precise, S. I hold it up and examine it. "This is my name," I say. He stares at me. "This is literally my name. It says S. S for Sadism. I'm the Grim Reaper." I turn the blade in the light. "This is clearly mine. Where's the phone?" "My brother has it." Through his teeth. "He took it. I don't have it. Stop. Touching." Each word arriving separately, with effort. "My. Tail." He makes a sound that is half fury and half something he's trying to keep below the surface, and his tail catches my wrist on the backswing.

"A true Queen doesn't abandon one life to save another." The silver runes along the blade blazed brighter than ever before. "I'll save both." --- The First Blade released a wave of moonlight. A gentle tide of silver that rolled across the battlefield like water. It washed over the kneeling wolves. One after another, their crimson eyes dimmed. A second wolf looked up. Its eyes had turned silver. Then a third and then fourth. Soon dozens. The Primordial Darkness let out a furious roar. "No!" Its shadow lashed across the chamber, trying to reclaim them.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

My knees gave out. Above us, the red sky darkened as if the moon itself had turned away. Wolves howled across the battlefield, their connection to me fading like a dying flame. The blade slid free from my chest. Warm blood spilled down my skin and over my hands. I pressed my palm against the wound without thinking, as if pressure alone could force fate to change its mind. Across the ruined ground, Kaelor dragged himself toward me, leaving a trail of blood behind him. “Nyxara,” he kept saying.

People straightened without thinking. He didn’t speak to her. He didn’t comfort her. He only said: “Begin.” Neris handed over an iron blade—sterile packet. Clean edge. Talia accepted it before she could think. One fast cut. Bright red. She hissed through her teeth. She’d forgotten how much palms hurt. Lucian flinched — barely — as the blade went through him. Neris moved the gauze aside. “Stone.” Talia lowered her hand.

She froze. A shadow moved among the trees, slinking low to the ground. Her heart raced as she crouched down to investigate. There, half-hidden in the brush, lay a white wolf, its body trembling in the dirt. Blood oozed from a deep wound across its side, staining the earth. Lia’s breath hitched. A wolf—no, **a pureblood wolf**—wounded in her forest? She was about to turn away when she noticed the silver scar across its eye. The markings. The same noble markings she had seen only in rumors. A member of the North. A high-ranking wolf. But what was he doing here?

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.