The Blade Itself Audiobook Novels & Stories

A sharp sting on her neck snapped Holly Sullivan out of her daydream. She looked up, her eyes clouded with confusion. She saw Luke Hoffman's attractive face flushed with intense passion and longing. "Holly, can you stay here with me?" Luke's voice was low and laced with a hint of seduction. He drew her closer with a firm squeeze on her waist, his rhythm intensifying—a wordless punishment for her wandering attention. After a contented sigh, he nestled into Holly's arms, relaxing at the touch.

He glared at me from behind his black rimmed glasses. "You seem to be causing quite the ruckus, Stephanie." His voice was calm and monotone. A chill went down my spine at his familiar voice. There was something not right about him. He seemed so calm and in control on the outside, yet something about him eluded the idea he would kill you without a second thought. "I can't be having that," he continued calmly as he turned me to face him. "I believe you are well educated what happens to those who chose the path of the devil."

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

“Come on, Allen! You have to remember. Tell me its name.” Allen concentrated for a long time and by each passing second, my hope faded bit by bit. No! I had to hold on. I had to get her back. I wouldn’t be able to live without Alina, not without turning into a monster. “I remember!” Allen’s voice cut through my thoughts with sudden clarity. Hope bubbled in my chest once again. “Tell me.” I urged, holding on to his hand. “The Arctic Blade,” he said.

’ I added, making her blush. Just then, my phone rang and I pulled it out, frowning down at the number. Janaina… Giving the group a nod and Kiara a tap on the ass, I walked towards the front garden, not wanting anyone to hear the conversation. "Yeah? What’s up?" "I wanted to let you know that I have created the blade. The question is, have you chosen someone to wield it? Remember there is only one chance." She said quietly, I glanced back towards the open front door at Chris and Liam, seeing Liam’s sharp eyes watching me.

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

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.