The Way Of The Blade Novels & Stories

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

A plan started to form in my head—vague and undefined—but throbbing with existence. Dante Pierce had power, no question. But I had my own, too. I would go to him, concentrate with single-minded determination, and destroy all the delusions of control he thought he had. I carefully placed my fingertips around the border of the photo album. I shut it in a flash, but the picture had already firmly implanted itself in my brain. A slow, bitter smile twisted at the edges of my lips. This was how I would take my revenge. Through his father.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

It seems like Kala has no other way in making Solana give in and talk so he needs her there. "Well? Show me the way," she said to Blade arrogantly. On Blade's side, it is unfair that she gets special treatment from Kala, he understands that she is an asset if he is to wage a war inside the supernatural's border, however, the fact that she is one of them does not cut it.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

The world exploded into scent and sound and raw power. When the shift was complete, Blade stood there, massive and panting. But his eyes, when I looked through them, were not the chaotic red-blue of the curse. They were a clear, focused, burning hazel. My hazel. I looked down at the map clenched carefully in his teeth. Then I looked north, towards the distant, jagged line of the Seven Mountains on the horizon. With a powerful thrust of his hind legs, Blade launched forward. Not in a destructive rage, but in a single-minded, world-eating sprint. We were a black arrow shot from a bow, tearing through the forest, driven by one thought, one hope, one deadline.

Ulysses seemed a little perturbed at Blade's name calling, but it didn't surprise River that he would try to intimidate them using such immature tactics. "Nah, I'm not worried about that, either," Blade said, a smirk on his face. He laughed and ran a hand down the side of his hair. His bangs came to a perfect spike above his left eye, like the weapon he was named after. River wondered which had come first--the name or the hairstyle. Had he been born with that hairstyle or had he decided he needed a trademark look that represented his deadly name?

Fighting in human form will be more advantageous than in werewolf form, which means fighting to death. Blade was lost in her thoughts, so she did not notice that Medina attacked her again. Blade has no choice but to attack her again. She was thankful that Medina did not let others intervene. However, Blade already knew she was at a disadvantage with her fight with Medina. The longer the fight gets, the more powerful Medina gets. And Blade could not see most of her attack. She had suffered a lot of injuries, making her speed and attacks dull. But Medina also got a lot of injuries from her, although her attacks were weak. Eventually, Blade's knees weakened and she knelt, Medina kicked her head

A shiver ran up her spine as she thought about who to tell and what Elder Alpha Blade would do to her if she told and it got back to him. For now, she just needed some rest. ------ Once inside his chambers, Blade paces the room, he stops by his window and looks out over the kingdom's Pride, a smile pulling at his lips as he forms a plan. It was about time he claimed what was his whether Princess Xana agreed to his claiming of her or not. He would claim, mark and mate with her, allowing him to return the kingdom to the glory of what King Lincoln had made it. Then he would be in a much better position to control and return some of King Lincoln’s old laws into the kingdom.