The Silent Blade Novels & Stories

“Look at this! It’s your fault! You have to build me a new snowman.” The accusation puzzled Tyr, but he ignored Grizzly Bear and entered Silas’ yard through the door. Silas was sweeping the snow in the yard with his coat draped around his shoulders at the time. The Celestial Blade sat in a quiet corner. The blade began to buzz as soon as Tyr pushed the door open. It trembled constantly, as if it had attained spiritual refinement. When it saw its master was approaching, it became impatient and couldn’t wait to see him again. Silas, who was sweeping the snow, frowned instantly. Suddenly, he cast a glance toward the Celestial Blade.

He tripped. His momentum carried him forward, blade flying wide, and I rose inside his guard. My obsidian blade found the joint of his elbow with surgical precision. Not enough to sever. Enough to numb. His blade fell from fingers that could no longer grip, and I caught it, spinning it away, sending it clattering against the marble where it sang like a bell struck in mourning. He stared at his empty hand. The crowd went silent. I pressed my blade to his throat, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to hold him still, to make him feel the edge that separated breath from silence.

The broken white blade fell from Kael's hands. It struck the stone with a sharp, hollow sound. Crack. The fracture running through its center widened. Above them, the enormous eye remained open. It watched the world with complete indifference, as though every life beneath it meant nothing. The First Silence had awakened. Its gaze alone caused rivers to freeze and stars to disappear from the heavens. No one moved. No one even dared to breathe. The Creator stood perfectly still. For the first time since creation, He did not know what would happen next.

The moment she stopped fighting, his fingers slid even higher, his palm coming to rest firmly against her center. Selene choked on her food, a sharp cough escaping her as the sudden contact trapped the air right in her lungs. "Oh dear, drink some water," her mother said, as voices around the table murmured in concern. Blinking through her watering eyes, Selene looked up just as Cassian turned her way, his smile masking the dark smirk in his eyes. She realized he was playing a dangerous game right in front of everyone and she feared he might just be winning

Lissa whimpered as the smell of burning flesh filled the room. He placed the belly of the blade under the lip and began to slice off the branding. Lissa’s painfilled screams rang throughout the room. Her fingertips began to glow as she struggled against her restraints. Thea’s hands began to shake and her humming faltered as she watched the magic rising within Lissa.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

He'd lost his wife and his only heir, and hence, promised to wipe out the existence of wolves. Aria stared at the weapon named as Dragon's tail spear. A spear with a pointed blade, resembling a dragon's pointed, scaled tail, made with obsidian rock- also known as hardened lava. Both sides of the blade had pointed teeth. She could imagine the tearing pain emerging from the stab and pull of the blade.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

Fletcher felt a cold and sharp thing that someone thrust on him. It is not a knife or any blade either. He can’t explain what he feels anymore, all he knows is that all of his energy and even his life is slowly being absorbed by that thing that was on his neck. He can still see someone’s feet walking towards him when he was about to look at it’s face but it’s already too late. He can feel someone touch his face until he loses complete consciousness.