Sword Of Aeons Fable Novels & Stories

As our fingertips meet, I fall forward. An unbearable pain rips through my heart. I look down, see the tips of my snowy alabaster hair drenched in blood. The hilt of a sword is buried in my ribs. Redness seeps into my gown, trickling over the tiny seed pearls, dripping down onto the sand below. I look up. Felix stands before me. His dark hair is longer, almost to his shoulders. His skin is white as death. His hazel eyes are rimmed with onyx, and he’s wearing strange black armor. His face twists in pain, as if it was he who had a sword buried in his chest.

"You really don't know what's good for you, do you?! Don't you care about your status and reputation the most? Me offering you a pup suits you perfectly, doesn't it? I'm warning you. If you turn me down now, don't ever dream of having a pup with me again!" Listening to him, I could only give a bitter smile. Johnny and I were mates chosen by the Moon Goddess. Back then, Johnny's pack was small and weak. My parents were firmly against me suffering in a small pack like that. But I believed the Goddess wouldn't make a mistake, so I stayed. I applied everything I had learned about management, managing the pack step by step. Johnny used to say I was too rigid, but as the Blackfang Pack grew strong

My first attempt at leaping through one of the many portals failed miserably. A tall, dark, and sneering Fae warrior cut across my path, a thick sword made from dark metal in his hands. The dark armor coating his chest and back was from the Night Court, but entirely different to what Ambrose's trusted men wore. There was no hesitation when he swung the sword, aiming for my neck. If I hadn't trained so hard, wearing myself ragged on those nights I couldn't sleep, my head would currently be rolling across the grass.

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

After that, I could match Yuri in duels. Aaron insisted on joining us for the war too. He wanted to avenge the death of his brother. Though I was against it master permitted him to form an army of human fighters. Aaron was to lead the fire team. Their job was to take the defeated Golden Shifters to the fire cube. Two golden shifters would wait for them and shove the defeated Golden Shifters inside the cube. I didn’t think it was a very useful job. Maybe master had just given him the job for his peace of mind and to keep him safe at the same time.

"You should've seen him. The wild is definitely the only place for him." After a brief moment Alsipin grew somber. "It wasn't all fun and games," he said, catching him staring at the massive burn mark that marred his hand, "there were also bad times. But it was worth it." I hope so, Sethlzaar thought, sparing Cenam's sleeping form a glance then rose to leave. "Father Sigael asked us to forge whatever type of sword we wanted for you," Alsipin added after him. "But we made the Maeldun longsword. He said if you want a different weapon made, you should report to him when you get back."

Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate? The Flaming Red Fire of Lava is a very powerful sword that can kill thousands of people with one swift move. It can even end hundreds of lives of monsters. It was so strong that everyone wanted it, but it came to an end when Vailan, when he was still a Crown Prince, got it out of accident and no one has seen its appearance after that.

Orion said as he took off, charging at me with speed. I felt weaker as he approached me, Nova was angry, I could tell. Orion made to cut me with the silver blade again, but I made a turn dodging him to kick his back knee. He tried cutting me quickly with his fangs but I was a step away causing me to mark my clothes, I hit both of his shoulders simultaneously. As I was about to knock him down, he made a surprising spin attack which caught me totally off guard, he tore my arm with his fangs.

I asked Cael, my voice filled with determination and a hint of fear. I walked slowly, each step heavier than the last, closer to Cael. "I am the blade," he said, his eyes meeting mine with unwavering resolve. “I am not just a weapon—I am the will of the ancients, forged in magic. But your soul must light the flame. The weapon is nothing without me. But it cannot awaken without you. But to wield me, you must first prove your worth." "What do you mean?" Fiona clutched the remnants of her light, her voice shaking. “You are a blade? That’s why they chained you…”