The Blade Itself Audiobook Novels & Stories

He drove the gold blade forward, a clean, efficient thrust that ended the man’s life, his body a crumpled, broken heap on the cavern floor. The loyalists froze, their eyes a wide, panicked sea of terror. They had heard the stories, the legends, the whispers of a weapon that could cut through anything, a blade that was the bane of gods and men alike. But they didn’t believe it. They hadn’t understood. Now, they did.

N Y X A R A The wolf moves closer. At a pace that doesn’t ask permission. Just forward, like the distance between us was always meant to close and I’m only now catching up to that fact. I pull a blade free. Late. My fingers fumble the wrap for half a second before muscle memory snaps it into place. The sound feels too loud. Metal whispering in a forest that has gone quiet again.

he muttered, not daring to share his attention with the cloud separated from us through the windshield. "We have to do something that would destroy it forever," I muttered and Liam groaned in anger. "You are distracting me!" He snapped. I reached into my purse and pulled out the blade again, holding it tightly. Liam finally looked at me, his brows raised in surprise. "That blade…" "It kills demons," I said and he smiled in relief. I unsheathed the blade, waiting for it to sneak in. The drums began to play again, faster and stronger. The louder the drums got, the light-headed we became.

The books clattered to the ground loudly and before he had the chance to react I'd knicked his key from his hoodie pocket. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" I hiss. Blade smirked. "Ah Tink, I believe you were the one who should watch where you're going," he says in a sexy voice. I scoffed and fell to a stoop and shuffled the books back into a pile and stood once again to face Blade. His glinting green eyes pierced into mine and the amused expression on his face made me want to slap him. "Don't flatter yourself Blade," I scold, "you're so densely stupid I couldn't tell you separately from the wall."

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.

It made a repulsive, squishy sound as it slid out of the can and splatted onto the bread. I covered my mouth as I pretended to gag. “That’s so gross.” He looked at me with wild amusement. “Is it?” He picked the brick of Spam up and pushed it back into the can. He stared at me as he tipped the can upside down and shook it out again. “No!” I squeaked as I covered my ears. “That’s so gross!” The meat fell onto his bread again as he shrugged his shoulders. He pulled a plastic knife from his backpack and sliced a piece off. He held it out to me as I squirmed backwards.

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