The Blade Itself Audiobook Novels & Stories

There was no one else in the area. I was startled when I felt something jab into my leg, and when I looked down, I saw that there was a dart poking out of it. Strange, I have no idea why I couldn't hear that. "Hello, little Mate. Were you under the impression that I wouldn't be able to find you?" A calm voice emanated from a branch that was relatively close to mine, sending a thrill of excitement through my body. I looked up into the eyes of the owner of that voice, which were the lightest of blues, and noticed a sneer on his full lips at the same time.

Clutching her phone, she felt a wave of numbness wash over her. Behind her, the door chimed, and footsteps grew louder as they neared. Suddenly, her phone was plucked from her grasp by the man behind her and tossed aside with an indifferent flick of his wrist. He gripped her wrist tightly, pinning her against the window. She looked down, his warm breath on her ear sending shivers down her spine. "Been waiting long, my dear?" he murmured.

Then I saw him. He stood where no path led, bronze skin gleaming as if hammered straight from ore, eyes faceted obsidian, hair pulled tight into a knot that never moved. Armour wrapped his body in shifting light—blades folded over each other, edges reforming every time my focus tried to hold. A sword the size of a man’s height rode his back, silent, patient. A weapon, not a man. Nyxara’s tone was ice: The First Blade. The name dragged dust from the rafters. Even Selene’s silver shivered.

I pressed my thighs together and kept moving. And just like I suspected , Blade stepped out from behind a thick tree. He wore tight black hunting clothes that showed every muscle. His black hair was messy. His gray eyes locked on me. He looked big and dangerous. My wolves tensed. I raised my hand. “Stay back. This is between us.” Blade walked straight to me. His steps were heavy. He stopped close. His chest rose fast. His eyes burned into mine. “You run well,” he said. His voice was rough. “But you cannot hide forever.”

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

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?

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.

“Watch me.” He struggled slightly. “You need me alive.” “No,” I said calmly. “I don’t.” The silence was absolute now. Heavy. I looked at Axel. He didn’t question me. Didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward and placed a blade in my hand. The metal was cold against my palms, but I welcomed the feeling. The rogue stared at it, then at me. “You’re weaker than you look,” he whispered. I stepped closer. “Not anymore.” And with one clean motion, I drove the blade into his chest.

I stepped into the circle. The geas flared, cold fire lancing up my arm from the brand, but I had learned to ride it, to channel through the pain, to make the Council's leash into my own whip. My blade was obsidian, a weapon of edges and absence, the kind that drank light and returned shadow. It felt right in my hand, the weight of something that had no allegiance to any narrative but my own.