Romans & histoires The Blade Of The Immortal

As it fills the room, I feel the pain in exchange of travelling through time and for my immortality. I felt needles piercing my body, my skin felt like peeling. My mortal body was once again becoming immortalized. Tears filled my eyes , I'm crying because of the pain. The pain of being alone. As the blinding light fades, so did the piercing activities in my body. We're still in the room, Leana was hugging an older version of her son and a grown Dante. I fell down to my knees, though very weak I was able touch her shoulders and said, "Leana, we're safe."

He than turns to us, kneels in front of us as his right hand goes towards Biancas face whipping the tears from her eyes. "Little angel please don't cry. I will protect you, for you're mine to protect." I looked to him not understanding what he meant by that she is his to protect. After we found out that his name is Brayden Mason, and he came from the Blood stone pack that was destroyed by rouge wolfs. My father being so grateful to him for protecting his two baby girls that he welcomes him into the pack. He trained the wolfs in his old pack. He also had a mate, but she died with the rest of the pack that night. He has been with the pack ever since, but I never trusted him, not completely. I

I felt like I lost my breath because of the information he gave. "W-when it grows? I thought it wouldn't survive somewhere else?" I asked him in confusion. How can it grow, if it does not live outside? "It won't live long, Ales. It will grow in a home, and that means someone in the family in the home will die. It's like a warning from death. The time this flower grows, the fate of death will not be broken." ." He explained to me. "But don't worry, we're immortals. If it grows, it means that someone's life is in danger that could die. You can still change if you're proactive."

he bellowed, his words echoing across the battlefield. With a resounding battle cry, the Immortals and Lycans charged forward, their combined strength and powers colliding with the creature. Sparks of magic and the clash of steel filled the night, illuminating the darkness that threatened to consume them. Fleur, her immortal abilities pulsing through her veins, unleashed her gifts upon the creature. She froze the creature, attempting to disorient and weaken it. Zeeb, his lycanthropic nature awakened, transformed into his powerful wolf form, his claws tearing into the creature's flesh.

the kid was serious. ****** Rick My brother and I decided to take up a secret mission Cayden and Omri cooked up, and Toffe was in on it as we were reporting directly to him. It amazes me that he was in Oceania and we could still link him, Toffe gave us our coordinates on where to locate the immortal blade. Mueller did not know that they were two separate blades because for them to kill an immortal, the blades would need to be merged into one. We finally decided to swap out the hunter's blade but didn't know exactly what it looked like to duplicate a copy until Toffe located the sister blade. We found the blade at the top of the ice mountain, it was cold there and we would have frozen to deat

There was nothing special about this one except for its violet blade and the chain connected on its lower part, in fact, the bat styled purple one that she usually wields is more glamorous but the aura this certain one released was very terrifying like death itself looking you straight in the eyes. "Hey, Ruby, what's up with this one? Is it just me or does this scythe feel like extremely bad news?" he asked pointing to the violet one. "Well you have keen senses, but I guess that is a natural response to seeing Azrael. This blade has the ability to slay immortals into oblivion, no heaven or hell just nothingness, and I guess it can kill even myself." Ruby replied. "You've used it before?"

Every step Lena took felt heavier, as if unseen hands were pressing down on her shoulders. Cassian and Dorian followed in silence, their expressions grim. Even they didn’t know what this trial entailed. At last, they reached a chamber unlike the others. At the center stood an altar—carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold running through it like lifeblood. Floating above it was a dagger, its blade forged from a material Lena didn’t recognize, its edges glowing with an eerie silver light. Idris moved to stand beside the altar. “This is the Blade of Ancients,” he said. “Forged in the fire of the first Trueborn. It does not spill blood—it takes something far deeper.”

Any hit from these blades would be fatal. Kiran’s mind was filled with images of Blake Frost’s eyes, full of defiance. Discontent? Kiran’s mind lingered on this thought. Observing, Kiran realized that although the blades were deadly, a warrior of Blake Frost's caliber should have been able to counter them, even at risk. Yet, the result was immediate death, highly unusual. Thinking of instant death, Kiran’s mind flashed back to Lord Red Cloud's claim that the first master of the Imperial Dragon Path had been killed by his master with these blades. What kind of rotating blade could be so powerful?