The Blade Itself Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

The words felt warm for a second like a tiny candle in the dark, but then Ryder’s voice crashed back into my head, loud and cold from downstairs: “I don’t give a damn about what happens to a mute girl… If she dies, the pack moves on. I move on.” I shook my head once. Blade didn’t argue, he just nodded, like he understood everything I couldn’t say. Then he went quiet again. We sat there for what felt like forever, the only sounds were my breathing, still too fast and the faint tick of a clock somewhere far away in the house. After a while, Blade pushed himself up slowly. He held out his hand not grabbing, just open, palm facing up. “Come on,” he said gently. “You can’t stay in here all day. L

The rogue tried to speak. The blade slid across his throat. Silence fell over the clearing. Three bodies lay on the ground. Blood soaking into the dirt. Lena stared. Her chest still heaved from the fight. The Echo hummed faintly beneath her skin. Vance wiped the blood from his blade slowly. Then he looked at her. His gaze was sharp. Measuring. Almost curious. For a moment neither of them spoke. Then he slid the blade back into its sheath. “Well,” the stranger said, wiping blood from his blade, “looks like the council finally threw away their most valuable weapon.”

Rowan and Xander must have noticed our interaction as they stepped closer to us. I swallowed. “I’ve read about this before. It’s a blade that was said to have been forged in the light of the twin moons. It’s meant to channel pure energy—capable of cutting through even the strongest dark magic. My father used to tell my brother and I stories about it.” Xander reached for the blade, but the moment his fingers brushed against it, the weapon flared with silver light—so bright it burned. He hissed and pulled back. “It rejected you,” Kaida murmured in my mind then turned to me. “Try it.”

Fixed tools and taught new watchers for the woods. Lucian taught the children how to handle a blade — not to strike, not to draw blood, but to sense its weight, to feel the way the steel breathed when properly held in their hands. He spoke not of enemies, but of stillness, of the way a steady hand and a calm breath could usher in understanding. “But the blade was a whisper, not a roar, and in learning to hold it, they would learn how to hold themselves.

I was taking hard breaths now while the blade got closer. “There is only one true alpha.” He replied, then brought the blade down with brutal force.

The thoughts… they rumble in my head that there is nothing clear I can open up. “Adira…” I twitched at the soft melodious voice that suddenly rang out in the air. My gaze then starts to meander from side to side in search of whom did that come from. “Come out who you are.” “Adira… you are the blade.” “Who are you?”

Then he would be in a much better position to control and return some of King Lincoln’s old laws into the kingdom. Feeling better with his plan now in place within his mind, Blade walks into his bathroom strips his clothes and steps into the shower as he turns on the water. He cleans the grim off of his body from the travel, then once done he gets out dries off and dresses in one of his more appealing Alpha robes before heading back to Xana’s office.

The guard’s voice, filtered through a magical dampener, sounded like a thousand shards of glass grinding together The guard unsheathed a blade that hummed with a sickly, black vibration. “Prepare yourself, Kaiser. Your hunt has only just begun.”

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.