The Blade Of The Immortal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

On the night of her thirteenth birthday, Larissa Aurélie Farsuleia was awakened from her slumber by the intruder that had broken into her room. The next thing she knew, the dagger blade was at her nape, and the engraved Farsuleia crest glowed, triggered by his action. In a twist of fate, Larissa's life was spared from the hands of her unknown aggressor, who felt a sense of guilt. Instead of taking her life at that moment, he made an oath that he would return once she had turned eighteen to fulfil his deadly promise. Five years had passed, and their fates were intertwined at a ball. Little does she know that the noble she had met, Duke Theo Perseus Novellia, was not only the one who once swore to end her life but also the man who was arranged to marry her. With both of their memories erased, what will unfold between them once they unravel the truth?

Today is my wedding day. When we reach the ring-swapping ceremony, my wife, Ariana Holmes, suspends the ceremony for three minutes, simply because a man has barged into the venue. He glares at Ariana darkly. "Ariana Holmes, you've tattooed my heart on your chest, yet now you're marrying another man? Are you forcing me to carve my heart out of your body?" As soon as his words fall, he lifted the blade in his hand. Realization dawns on me. It turns out that the heart tattooed on Ariana's chest isn't mine, but rather, her first love's. At that moment, Ariana, who was all docile and quiet earlier, shudders violently. She slides the ring onto my finger haphazardly before rushing toward Ivan Hatfield. "What the hell do you want from me, Ivan?"

Zoya Ironwood was nothing significant. Just a star fighter at Shadow Rings. She didn't have to be significant to survive. Zoya hid her identity as an omega for years. She was mated to Alpha Xander. Everything was fine. Until her whole world collided with Ragnar Throne, the cold immortal Lycan, or in simpler terms, pure evil and destruction. In one day, everything she struggles to build comes crashing down. She is left rejected and alone. She is forced to do his bidding and endure his manipulate ways if she wants to survive. It's almost bearable... But doesn't he know the meaning of personal space? Zoya can't imagine why he is coming close to her. But if she wants her freedom, then she must study her enemy very closely. Playing a dangerous game of love is the only way to end him. But whoever falls first looses.

Found in the marooned ruins of Chavand was a book ripped and torn. Its yellowed pages eaten up and coiled. Forgotten and unheard about was this book until it came to light. His legends lived on, his tales of valour prevailed. His glory seemed enternal and he was worshiped and adored. But his heart remained shrouded in a cloak of mystery. His emotions, his turmoils went unnoticed in an attempt to make him great. Seen as someone who was invincible and immortal, the Rana changes your perspective from his greatness to his soft heart. Written across the pages during his last moments, he wrote his own life. Where bards would be at a loss and poets were simply lost in his glory and valor, the Rana is said to be the only one who could write about himself.

On the day I tried on my wedding dress, a stranger burst into the VIP fitting room and slashed me with a knife. She tore my dress to shreds, her face twisted with rage. "A gold-digger like you doesn't deserve a dress this expensive!" The blade, soaked in sulfuric acid, pierced my abdomen, and I collapsed in agony. She grabbed my hair and slapped me, snarling, "Clarence promised to marry me! You're nothing but a homewrecker!" Blood stained my gown as the truth hit me. My boyfriend of seven years had been cheating on me. "Keep staring, huh? My man runs this city. I could kill you, and no one would touch me!" she taunted, smug as hell. With bloodied hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed my brother. "Chris, come get me from the bridal shop. And tell the Thompsons the engagement is off."

I woke up in a cage, left in his arms. "You can't keep me here." "Watch me." Dante de León is forty-six. Silver haired. Dangerous. He took me. Won't explain why. Won't let me go. "I'm not yours!" "Your body says different, little wolf." Then she walked in. Ice blue eyes. Centuries old. Deadly. "Poor thing. He thinks you're only his." Two immortal enemies who want me. One impossible pull I can't fight. "I'm twenty. You're both..." "Old enough to ruin you properly," he growls. "And make you beg for more," she whispers. 🔥 Caged. Claimed. Fated. 🔥They'll burn the world down before they let me go. But I'm the one playing with fire.

"Having two mates is almost impossible. But it's happened to me. And not only do I have two mates, one is an Alpha, and one is an Immortal. And both want to have me." Abella lived a simple up until the day she met her first mate. Cian is not just any immortal. He's a Sin, Greed, used to getting what he wants whenever he wants. He's dangerously and upfront, declaring he wants Abella from the moment he lays eyes on her. Alpha Noah, her other mate and the ruler of her Pack has a dark secret. A secret no one would notice behind is calm, smooth facade he lives behind. Abella is left with a decision. She can only choose one mate, however, the choice isn't easy, when dealing with an Immortal and an Alpha. Especially when both want her as much as the other.

One night is all it takes to burn her world to ash. Dragged from the ruins of her family’s estate, Serenya Vale is thrust into the heart of a palace that thrives on whispers, beauty, and blood. At its center sits Prince Kael Dravaryn — dangerous, breathtaking, and the very man everyone swears is her captor… and her only protector. Surrounded by wolves in silk, Serenya is given a choice: obey the Prince and survive the court’s games, or defy him and be devoured by those with sharper teeth. But survival becomes far more complicated when a mysterious knight begins crossing her path — his gaze lingering too long, his presence unsettling the careful balance Kael keeps around her. In a court where a smile can be a blade and a kiss can start a war, every step Serenya takes binds her tighter to two men… and to a fate she never asked for.

"Who are you?" My fated mate held a silver blade to my throat, looking at me with the eyes of a stranger. Four years ago, a witch erased me from Alpha Nash’s mind and rewrote his reality. To him, I am dead, and another woman wears the Luna crown. I returned to the pack not to reclaim my title, but to save my son. Nash sees me as a filthy rogue. He tortures me. He scorns me. He has no idea that the secret I’m hiding in the shadows is his own flesh and blood—a son with magic powerful enough to bring the world to its knees. The curse breaks with a single touch. But with a dark witch hunting my child for a deadly ritual, and Nash’s memories buried under a mountain of hate, time is running out. If he doesn't remember me soon, he will be the one to kill us both.

They ambushed his bride and killed her. His first move? He captured the daughter of a renowned Executor. With unlimited power, vast wealth, and absolute authority, Demi Shire did not just seek justice—he hunted for revenge. He is a legend of cruelty. He strikes down lives with a single blow, his face never changing, his heart never wavering. People fear to speak his name. They tremble in his shadow. They bow before him as if he were a deity. He wanted to kill her. He ached to end her life. But he made a vow. An oath sealed between Heaven and Earth that he could not break. So he chose a fate far worse than death. "I will make her suffer every pain known to the world—sharp as a blade, deadly as poison. I have built my own hell, and in this place... no one escapes."