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Using its slumped form as leverage, I sprinted up its back, jumped, and drove my sword down between its shoulder and neck with everything I had. The blade sank deep, slicing through flesh and bone. A final roar tore from its throat, echoing across the mountains. Then silence. It fell face-first into the snow with a sickening crack, black blood hissing where it touched the ground. We stood over the body—Rhett in wolf form panting, blood matted in his fur. Aurelia was glowing with power, her hair dancing like flame in the wind. Me—still armored, still buzzing with magic not entirely my own.

I pressed my fingers to her name and whispered a vow with my breathless tongue. I would not vanish. I left the library with more weight in my chest, but less doubt in my steps. I passed through the armory, past polished steel and ceremonial weapons meant for show, not war. But in the corner, half-covered in shadows, I found a blade that hadn’t been touched in decades. A thin rapier, forged in obsidian and silver, its handle wrapped in a faded violet cloth. I lifted it carefully, and it hummed in my grip like it recognized something ancient in me. I strapped it beneath my cloak without a word. If I couldn’t scream, I would let this blade speak.

Not the world. I ripped the blade from Veyra’s hand. And for a heartbeat— The valley went silent. Not the silence of peace. The silence of things holding their breath before they break. The blade pulsed in my grip, black light crawling over the steel like ink bleeding through paper. And in the distance— Kael lifted his head. Slow. Sharp. And smiled. Not at the Warlord. At me.

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers

The chains also dangled to make a deep sorrowful and pain-felt sound in the background. "Now I shall have the strength of an angel altogether and rule as a god before these competitors owning half of my city!" Blade stormed full of ecstasy and with his arms spread a little higher above his shoulders, he grunted but still hungered to be satisfied while having his tongue roll around his lips, to the lower part of his beard and to his moustache.

For a moment, Huxley Ward got goosebumps. He even felt the blade in his hands quivering. “You… Who are you?” “Blade Maniac.” Zeppelin Wayne uttered those two words succinctly before striding towards Huxley. Hands raised. Swords swinging… Clang… There was no fancy flourish when the Reversal Blade came down without the slightest delay. It wasn’t quick. But it was oppressive. ‘Ah…’ Under the extreme duress, Huxley could not help but cry out in his head.

“Keep lying to yourself.” I hum, reaching into my coat pocket. My fingers close around the blade I always carry. “And that's the reason you kidnapped him from his home?” I pull the blade out, staring at the sharp edges. “I'm giving you one last chance before I pull your goddamned insides out.” His breath catches. The color drains from his face when I swipe the blade in the air. It's not the kind of blade that cuts, it peels. It's thin, sharp, surgical. Thinking about the amazing things I'll do with this blade makes my lips curl into a small smile.

“That enough explaining for you?” “Rafe,” I snarled. “And half his army.” I twisted the throttle harder, ignoring the fire in my side. “We break through.” “You’re out of your damn mind.” “Got a better plan?” Blade’s silence was answer enough. The laugh came again. Not from ahead, not from behind—this time it rode the wind itself, threading through the engines, curling around my skull. Blade jerked like he’d felt it too. “That wasn’t human.”

ALTHEA. I heard a sound of footsteps following me, and I was hoping it was Gamma Aldrin. “One more fucking move and I will cut your throat!” Blade bellowed, and because of that, I was sure the man behind me was definitely the Gamma. I rolled my eyes when I heard no more footsteps following me. I turned around and placed my hands on my hips as I stared at my mate. Despite the anger in his voice, Blade looked lost. I wanted to clean the blood off his body and cuddle him to pacify him, but he needed a taste of his own medicine.

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.