The Blade Itself Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

I joined in, helping to reveal the concealed weapon as my hands scraped the uneven surface. We finally located it after what seemed like a lifetime. The blade's surface was burning with an unearthly intensity, and it was contained in a pedestal of light. "It’s beautiful," Liora said in a sob of wonder. But I felt a wave of dread come over me as I grabbed for it. The voice of the Void reverberated in my head. It scoffed, "You think this will save you?" "It will only seal your fate." My heart was racing as my hand lingered over the blade. Was I prepared for what was about to happen?

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

At the third floor, I bumped into someone that had been running down and that made the books in the person’s hands fall to the ground. Crouching to the ground, I began picking the books up really fast. “Whoa, calm down, tiger.” a male voice chuckled as he crouched in front of me. My gaze locked with a pair of bold blue eyes, a boyish smile creeping up his lips. He had dirt-blonde hair, disheveled in what looked like a good mess. “Hey, beautiful. I’m Blade” His smile grew, making his eyes pop, enough to brighten a person’s day.. Instead, it irritated me. Younger me would have thought this was perfect, ‘Could he be the man for me’ moment, but Roger had rid my interest from anything that smell

"It would have been simpler to lop the heads off of dissenters than take in an outcast and train her to slit throats in the dark." "Careful Lycan Lord." Cassidy's voice was soft, a deadly whisper. "Men tend to look the same in the dark. I'd hate to accidentally slit your pretty throat by mistake."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Her black hair was braided straight down and reached the curve of her back. "You know staring is rude." Illiad said putting her knife down and turning to look at him. "Tell me, love, what's on your mind?" She asked and Weaver let out a sigh, "Alex is worried about us being attacked by rouges, I don't blame him but we haven't seen a single rouge since we've gotten here."

The focused grace of her movements as she drew the blade across the stone was a silent poem of competence. He tried to speak, but his throat was dust. The sound he made was a dry rasp. Her head snapped up. The flint-gray eyes, usually so guarded, were wide with a relief she didn’t try to hide. She set the dagger and stone aside and was at his side in an instant, holding a clay cup of water to his lips. “Drink. Slowly.” He obeyed, the cool liquid a benediction. When he finished, he sank back against the pillows.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

" Clang! As his fingers pluck the strings, the zither resounded! Five consecutive waves of sound blades, like a scythe of death, carved out five straight paths in the air, firmly locking onto Caleb and the others' necks and appearing to sever their heads! In that brief moment of less than a thousandth of a second... Twang! A snapping sound! The five sound blades disintegrated simultaneously in front of Caleb and the others, bursting into waves of air ripples and blowing their hair wildly without leaving a scratch on them.

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.