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Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

Everything tonight was heavier than it should be. I unwrapped it slowly, layer by painfully layer. Like peeling back skin. And then, I saw it. “A blade.” It wasn’t large, not ornate but wrong. The metal didn’t catch the light. It swallowed it. It was alive in a way steel should never be.

They had told me to go to bed, but how could I close my eyes after what had happened? The phone calls never stopped all night. Different numbers, different voices, different updates. The Blade men were already hunting a name—Rocco Valeri. The bastard who killed Andrew. I sometimes forgot how ruthless and skilled the Blades were—especially with their own enemies. I prayed they found him. But I also knew something. When the Blade family hunts a foe, they don't seek revenge, they seek annihilation. I hadn't even realized I had dozed off until the sound of heavy boots storming into the living room jolted me awake. I sat up sharply, my heart pounding.

161 Zara's POV "Oh god, Zara! I'm scared for you." My fake sobs came to a halt as I heard an equally jarring fake gasp on the call. "How big is the knife? Is it a katana? Or a machete?" The mockery in those words pierced my ego like the tip of an obsidian blade. When I say obsidian blade, I remember reading once that it is the sharpest blade in the world. One can only imagine how deep the tip wounded my ego.

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

the director general said and everyone shouts to support him. What? no, the Kuma blade. It is one of the dangerous blade ever that can kill any spiritual being in one struck and it's prominent. Lucas could not believe his eyes and ears as he saw the blade and see how the director general was hell bent on taking Alex down. What's the matter with this man? Lucas asks himself.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.

Her eyes lit up, she said, “But senior clearly said once it isn't about the blood... but the way he used the blade without doubt for the chance of new light!” “If you can't see the light,” the hidden existence look up beautifully to the blue moon. “Then you aren't lucky enough, Agtha. The blade hide the life and the source of light... and deeply restraint the death to the open and reveal the darkness to everyone. But the luckiest is the one who swung this blade with that in mind, end the life and burst the blood into the open!” Agtha panted the harder. “It's not about the way I swung the blade,” she thought, bitterly sigh, “I can't able to see the light or anything that is contain life. Thou