The Way Of The Blade Novels & Stories

Blade asked, giving them a deadly stare. "She was to be the next Luna of the pack. But as you have found yourself a mate, won't you make Azura your wife instead—" Blade crashed his fist on the table, separating him from the elders. His actions caused the elder to stop talking. "Don't you dare repeat those words again. Because if you do, I won't think twice before I dethrone you from your position and feed you to the wolves. I have taken enough of your trashy talks. And if you have come here to discuss Azura and her father, then I better inform you that I do not care about her. She is a vampiress who needed more power, and I needed blood. We are fucking friends with benefits. I hope you do no

The cover is playing, the trumpet is playing. Kali Maa Jaydhvani is going on. Tejendra shouted through the darkness, 'Is mother's third eye painted or green? "Yes, Jyathamshai." ' Shyamala replied. Tejendra came and stood in the mandap, wearing a lungi and wrapped in a sheet, 'Bah nice. Mother Mago! As soon as he bowed his head in salutation, Anushka quickly left the mandap. At this time, he saw the light of a bicycle approaching. Anushka ran as soon as she saw it. like crazy Now the darkness is thin. The stars have risen. The appearance of the sky has changed. Amarnath thought he would stand in the mandap on his way back from duty all night. He understood that the eyes of the mother's fore

His chest heaved with his ragged breathing, his face flushed with his anger, as he stared at her, daring her with his glare to say anything that contradicted him. Silence. No one moved, not even Famallumi who usually couldn't keep his mouth shut. Tryna just stared at him, her expression neutral. Pux, however, never even looked at him, keeping his gaze on the ellyll, his hands still on his hips. Finally, Tryna nodded, her long, blonde hair barely moving as she did. "You are right. I cannot blame you for what you did not know. However, Rhychard this is a dangerous path for both of you, and unknown for the most part. There has not been another Warrior's Blade in over seven hundred years, and it

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

A sharp breath left me. "The Godfather approaches." A ripple of movement. Chairs scraped back. Every single man in the hall stood in unison. They began chanting. “Honor to the blade. Death to the weak. Honor to the blade. Death to the weak.” I shot up from my chair, pulse thudding. The hall trembled with their voices as the doors at the far end opened. Mr. Blade entered, flanked by men in black suits, walking with the kind of presence that sucked the air from the room. His gaze was stone. Cold. Unreadable.

I asked. “I will,” Arayen rumbled. “But this is your battle to lead. Show them why you were chosen.” I raised the Blade of Veyra. Its edge burned like a fallen star. Then I ran. Straight into the chaos. They swarmed—dozens of them. Too fast. Too hungry. But I didn’t slow. I swung the blade, and it sang. Where it cut, the shadows disintegrated. I ducked under one wolf’s pounce and drove the blade straight through its heart. It vanished in a burst of black mist, screaming as it went.

Alejandro said as though he was having a normal conversation causing Blade's eyes to widen. Slaughter walked towards Blade, and before Blade could fathom what Slaughter was about to do, he found his thumb in Slaughter's hands, throwing it up and down as though it was some kid's toy. "Argh!!!!" Blade yelped in pain as his blood poured on the floor. His eyes closed as he couldn't stand the sight of his own blood or his thumb in Slaughter's hands looking like some toy. "He is not sharper than my blades," Slaughter confirmed and bowed on the floor before walking out with wishes that he would get called again.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

and seconds later, the smile vanished from his face, “But we are in war now. Territory is meant to be taken.” The moment those words left his lips, Blade lunged forward. The encounter that followed couldn’t even be called a fight. Blade did not transform, he moved instead like a machine. Some of the wolves were still locked thinking about his words. And it took them a couple of seconds to react. That was more than enough time for a wolf of Blade’s caliber to incapacitate them. The fight lasted less than three minutes. Blade didn't even transform, it only took him a single punch to send a guard who had already shifted, flying through multiple stacks of wooden crates.

The scent that didn’t just pull at my senses, it claimed them. I turned to Mike now, hopeful, sure this time he had felt it too. But he only stared back at me blankly, concern etched deep in his brow. ‘Find them,’ Blade urged, his voice more alive than I’d ever heard it. He was pacing in my mind, wild and restless. Blade had never reacted this way before, not to anyone. Not even to Lilian, my chosen mate. Not Irin either, who’d once tried to claim me through politics and persistence. With them, he was calm, formal and polite, at best.