Novel & Cerita The Blade Itself Audiobook

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.

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 shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

I was once the Pythia, an oracle of Apollo. After marrying the late king, I became known as the Oracle Priestess. When my husband died in battle, I faked my death and returned to the temple. From then on, I devoted myself to protecting the capital with the gods' blessing. Then one day, they brought my daughter's body into the temple. She was covered in raw, unhealed wounds, and her eyes were still open. The attendants tossed her body, wrapped in nothing but a straw mat, onto the floor. Then they stood nearby whispering. "Poor princess. The king cared more about the Rose of Highcourt than his own sister. He let her suffer until her wounds became infected and she died in agony. "King Theron wa

"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.

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.”

"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."

She was amazed at the sight of such an old tree but her eyes soon turned to the figure that sat beneath it. The wind whispered through the trees as Oli listened to the silent song. He was alone but felt no fear as he took in the sounds of the forest. The chirping of birds, the whispering wind, and the babbling of a creek created a song known only to him. "The sound of the forest is beautiful isn't it?" A voice all to familiar asked. "Did my sister send you?" He asked, flicking his ears towards the elder fox. "No, I come on my own will." Elder Nora replied and Oli nodded.

*** Darkness— Not empty. Covered. A blindfold—tight, suffocating. Cloth dug into his mouth, breath hot and trapped. His wrists burned—metal biting deep, something in it wrong, wrong— Silver. *** Nico’s body tensed in bed. The bond flickered. *** Sound came next. A door. Heavy. Creaking open. Boots. More than one. *** “You’re late.” That voice— Clearer now. Real. *** Another voice answered. Smooth. Controlled.