Slay The Spire Heavy Blade Novels & Stories

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

Big Trey had gotten word of the bust on his crib, and the arrest of Khalil, which made him contemplate on going to the handoff the next day, as he knew that it was likely the boy had told the DEA all he knew. He would have loved to excuse himself tomorrow, but that would lower his street credibility, which was another important attribute a Blood leader must possess. It would be glaring that he chickened out, which would make his subordinates lose their respect for him. However, Big Trey knew that no matter how careful you were in the drug game, your day of reckoning could come anytime. Which meant that you just had to be lucky, to stay long in the game without getting arrested, or catching a

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

And almost all of them stared at me incredulous, witnessing how I kill their comrades the way they kill their vampire preys. “Sinandaya legion, charge!!!” I directed with my left hand raised, aiming at the werewolf army. In a blink, a cavalry of vampires with silver weapons raced down from the mountains. Killing every single werewolf their senses had detected apart from the spies and disguised vampires I’ve placed all over the entire army. A perfect ambush.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

I can feel the weight of their rage coming closer. I need to end this! But I keep pushing. My hands tremble as I force every ounce of strength and every ounce of my aura into the blade. The sword hums with power, vibrating violently, resisting the surge I’m feeding into it. The ground beneath me trembles, cracking under the strain. My vision blurs, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth, but I drive the blade downward, refusing to yield. ‘STOP!’ The scream explodes through the chamber, deafening and venomous. My heart jolts as I glance up just in time to see the onslaught of deadly spears rushing toward me. A thousand glowing blue spears streak through the air with deadly precision.

Mikhail raised his eyebrows amused. "You are wearing the shield named Damon, sister in law... I would love to see your confidence without his name..." Mira gritted as anger travelled in her body. "Unfortunately your wife doesn't have that shield..." She spat. Mikhail gritted and stepped towards her threateningly. "Touch her and you will realise how strong her shield is..." Mira let out a mocking smirking chuckle.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.