The Blade Of Evolution: Walking Alone In The Dungeon Novels & Stories

Now, I shall let you taste the consequence of offending me. Blake's fists that were surrounded by red aura struck Lucas' body. Ding! Everyone in the western restaurant was surprised when they heard a ‘Ding’ sound; it was as though Blake's fists had struck metal. Argh!!! Then, they all heard a shriek from Blade. He sounded like he was an animal being slaughtered. Blake hugged his hand as he wailed in pain. He had never endured such pain or injury before ever since birth. Everyone in the western restaurant stared at Lucas. They had not expected Lucas to turn out to be an Evolved One that was much more powerful than young master Gabriel.

The strange ancient language came to life. "The blade of light has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of protection runes is carved into the blade near the spine. It was crafted by mage Calwivu, in the Aengmor Forest. It was crafted to kill the immortals. After the battle of Valmir, only two blades have been known in existence. One was kept in a secret location by the were council and the other one belonged to the Vampire elders...." "Vampires!" Harry stopped reading and rushed to inform his Alpha.

Whatever Fear Monger whispered to him stood close to the door frame to get to him now bore an injury, and Evan saw something fall to the ground. “What is that?” Evan pointed down at the amorphous, shadowy thing on the ground. “I think it’s a bloody tentacle. They’re semi-real. Like they’re half in this world and half in another. Because of that, it makes them hard to kill. This blade’s forged a special way. That’s why we want to give you all one. For protection. Okay, light up the back wall now from left to right slowly.”

The rabbit kept up with her, bouncing quickly across the ground, leading her into the gloom of the ancient pines. Cassidy dragged herself into the gloom, faltering, and collapsing on her side. Her breath heaved, her broken body refusing to go any further. The rabbit came bounding back. It nudged her carefully. Cassidy couldn't move. She couldn't even find the energy to shift to her larger form. She just lay on the forest floor and wheezed helplessly.

“When it looks darkest, walk forward.” Then he turned. And ran. Straight at the colossus. Blade drawn. Eyes blazing. He scaled the thing like a prayer returning to heaven. With every step, he bled. With every grip, he screamed, but not in pain. In purpose. At the apex, just beneath the stitched throat of the beast, he drove the blade deep, spiral first. And let go. The detonation wasn’t flame. It was release. Like breath finally exhaled after centuries held in fear.

I seized it, feeling its weight and balance in my hand, and grabbed a bunch of keys from the nearby hook. My footsteps echoed through the dungeon as I made my way to Deckard's cell. "Deckard," I called out, my voice low and menacing. He looked up, his eyes narrowing in surprise as he took in my presence. But he didn't see the sword hidden behind my back. I unlocked the cell door and swung the sword with deadly precision, ending his life in a swift, merciless motion. His head rolled across the floor, and I picked it up, feeling a grim satisfaction.

The bloom pulsed once. Then again. Then recoiled. It flared up around him, shadows erupting from the center like smoke spun in ink. Glyphs screamed across the walls fractured, inverted, illegible. And then something stepped out. Not a memory-shape. Not a glyph-construct. A walker of spiral flesh no face, no voice, no eyes just layers of forgotten markings burning into its skin, remade by the bloom itself. The vault exploded inward. Only two Veilshards escaped.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI Zaiper's screams rolled down the dungeon corridor, bouncing off walls as Daemonikai sawed through his leg with a cutlass—whistling a slow, melodic tune. Blood sprayed, splashing onto Daemonikai’s robes, forming a growing puddle. “This blade’s gone dull,” he said conversationally, examining the edge. “Get me the dagger.” A guard handed it to him from the wall of instruments, so much polished steel behind them.

I dropped the fairy dust blade “I’m interested in that collection” Caraven looked at me for a moment, as if deciding if he should go down that path or not. But he lost against his instincts. “Give me a minute. They’re inside” He retreated into a mini door I had not noticed earlier. The room was pin drop quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat. Get the blade and leave. I sang in my head till he returned with a rolled up blanket. Flopping it on the only empty table in the room, he unrolled it and there it lay. Exactly as seen earlier in the castle.

He wraps his arms around me, letting his hands sit on my little swollen belly. “I want to do it now!” Adrenaline was burning through me. If I didn’t do this now, I don’t think I would ever do it. “Then we will go now.” As we stand, he takes the blade from me and slides it up inside his sleeve. We walk hand in hand back towards the dungeons. The moon was high in the dark sky. Stars scattered as far as the eye could see. Colt pushes the door to the dungeons open but the fire torches leading down the stairs were already alight. Colt signals for me to be quiet as he walks a few steps ahead of me, but I could smell the blood. It was strong and fresh. None of the other scents could hide it.