The Blackened Blade Book 3 Novels & Stories

It moved fast and I knew that Sushi couldn't catch up to that so I quickly took the small sword that Stefano gave me and I moved quickly as I met it and created a sharp noise when I cut the bat that immediately dropped on the ground. Both demons are slowly turning into black ashes as a sign of their complete death, not having a chance of revival. Sushi looked at me, he didn't seem to expect me to know how to use a sword. I didn't mention to them that I somehow knew something, not just the big swords.

"Ahhh!" Then the shot rang out. The proles winced, half turned away from me to growl at something. I didn't even think about what I was doing. Suddenly the serrated knife was in my hand and I just rammed it in the side right into his heart. He yelped, jumped away from me, ripping the knife out of his own body, but the serrated blade did not voluntarily give up the tissue. The proles practically tore their own hearts out, stumbled another half meter and then collapsed bleeding. The eyes in which the aggressive madness of these creatures lived, fixed on me, he breathed out his last breath. There were two holes in his body. A small bullet hole in the flank and a large, deadly one in the heart.

There is no forgiving for someone as evil as him. I flew towards him. The blade of my sword collided against his. Using my other hand, I gave him a heavy blow in his chest. He took a step backward and smirked as if it didn't affect him even a bit. Another sword formed in his hand, now he's holding two-both have miasma of evil. "I really don't want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don't think I can just stand and do nothing. Don't blame me for being harsh."

Given that the team was bigger than most, it did help cover more ground when there was a change in employment or leave of absences. I also got to see a good overview of the whole of Blakemore and decided that I needed to learn more about other shifters. I was to represent more than werewolves, and I needed to do this right, so Henry suggested that I went to Blakeden’s library which had a vast collection of work on werecreatures, along with a lot of other supernaturals. Actually, Blakeden had one of the rare Unis with classes in magic, faerie history, vampire lore and anything that had to do with our world. Including even classes on interactions and dealings between humans and non-humans.

The thirty Black Hawks were lined up like a silent funeral procession, their rotors still radiating a shimmering heat haze that smelled of burnt fuel and desperation. Skylar stood at the base of the boarding ramp, her bare feet numb against the freezing steel. She pulled Sebastian’s trench coat tighter around her, the collar turned up to hide the fresh, dark bruises Landon had branded onto her neck. The wind whipped the heavy fabric around her legs, snapping like a black flag that refused to be lowered in surrender. The bite mark on her thigh throbbed—a rhythmic, searing ache that felt as though Landon’s teeth were still sinking into her skin with every step she took.

This was a game of survival and if I didn’t get my shit together I was going to lose. I saw the black bear shake out his fur as he came to stand on all four paws, still slightly stunned and injured. I mustered up all the strength I could and flew towards him with as much inhuman speed as Conri allowed me. I flew through the air, jumping high, sword raised, and came down upon him like the fire of the gods growling out my strength as I did. My sword sliced through his thick neck, the blood gushed, his head rolled and his body shifted upon the severing of his head. Gone was the mass of black fur, instead lay the headless body of a man tattoed. Every inch of him was covered in ink.

I placed my palm against the barrier, feeling its cold resistance against my skin. "I am Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alpha Kieran and Luna Raven. This house is mine by blood and right. You will yield to me." For a moment, nothing happened. Then I felt a sharp pain as the barrier tested my claim, drawing a thin line of blood across my palm. Diamond snarled, not with pain but with triumph as the darkness began to dissolve, revealing the chamber beyond.

The book—Olivia’s book—sat open on a crate, its pages yellowed and curling, the Latin words staring back at me like a lifeline. I wiped my brow, sweat stinging my eyes, and grabbed the knife from my belt. The silver blade felt heavy, its weight a promise. Three lycans—one alpha, one on the path, one no longer an alpha. Their blood would purge this curse from me, strip the venom that clawed at my bones. I’d tried before, failed before, but this time I had the right ones. The shaman swore it. I stepped to Rourke, pressing the blade to his throat, my pulse hammering. His eyes fluttered open, dark and defiant, but he didn’t speak. I pressed harder, a thin red line blooming under the edge, and th

Every movement only served to increase her agony, each tug and struggle making the knife’s edge press deeper against her raw skin. Peter’s lips curled into a smile, savoring her terror. “It’s not a normal knife,” he said, his voice almost a whisper, cold and taunting. “It has black magic on it.” He pressed harder, dragging the blade across her arms, her collarbone, leaving long, burning streaks of red in its wake. Blood began to seep freely, and every inch of skin he touched seemed to ignite, sending shards of pain tearing through her muscles and nerves.

The howling around us becomes a gasp as his blade is motionless in the moment before he starts the backswing, and I reach out, and grab it with my bare hand. The pain sears through me, worse than getting shot in the guts, and Black isn’t stopping. I’m going to loose some fingers, some part of me thinks as I turn his blade away from its killing strike, and I’m going to lose the fight, because he’s going to push me over the line… But he’s not. He’s not. He’s sinking to his knees with a choking gasp, and my other hand, the one with the sword. The sword I’m still holding in front of me. The sword Black just ran right on to.