Thorn Blade Bg3 Novels & Stories

In fact, as long as he traced the previous roads that he had created, he would be able to leave the second layer and take refuge in the surface world. But now, he was beyond devastated. "Prey, you won't escape this time!" The strong voice of the princess rang. Ley's instinct acted up so he rolled to the side, just in tme to avoid several thorns that had been thrown in his direction. He was not given the opportunity to see these things in action a few hours ago. But now he knew that the princess' Gift were those thorns that she could summon and throw to her enemies. The thorns would then explode into a green mist that would corrode anything it touches.

But a few meters away from the second border, I smelled danger lurking in the dark. Fog covered a vast amount of land ahead of me, keeping me blind to whatever was beyond or within the fog. I stopped behind some trees to scan the woods, searching for a second route. My search only proved one thing. The only way out was through the fog. To get to Thornhill, I have to go through the fog. I set my blade pallet on the floor and went through the easiest to work with. Two finger blades and wolf knuckle puck, which I slid into my left fingers. I folded the rest up and stuck them to the zip of my bag.

And that calm was more terrifying than rage. Blow after blow, our Alpha grew more frustrated, more reckless. He swung harder, faster, but Xareth danced around him like smoke on the wind. Then, with a single movement too fast for my eyes to follow, Xareth’s blade arced through the air, striking Thorne’s sword, It shattered. Gasps tore from the crowd, my breath caught in my throat. Before anyone could even react, Xareth drove his sword straight into Alpha Thorne’s chest. The blade sank in cleanly, without resistance. Alpha Thorne stumbled, lips parting in a soundless gasp. Blood spilled like ink down his armor, he collapsed to his knees, and fell.

It had not been performed in over fifty years. “I am,” I said, voice steady despite the way my heart thundered in my chest. “Then let it begin.” Thane handed me a silver blade with an obsidian hilt. Its edge shimmered under the moonlight. “Cut your palm,” he instructed. “Let your blood fall onto the runes.” With trembling resolve, I pressed the blade against my skin. A sting, then warmth. Blood dripped onto the glowing runes, and the moment it touched them, the ground shook.

And Castle Thorne had gone still. I found Theron on the upper terrace just after dusk, alone with the sky. The stars above were sharp and cold, hanging in a velvet black that made the stone around us feel like it had been carved out of eternity. A steady breeze moved through the arches, rustling my cloak as I stepped into the open air. He didn’t turn when he heard me. But he didn’t have to. His magic reached for mine before our eyes met, that familiar thread snapping taut—like a string pulled between two anchors that had been drawing closer without meaning to.

The maid knocked. "Enter," Kieran's voice came from inside. My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it. I walked in. The door closed behind me with a soft click. The room was huge. A dining room with a long fancy table. Candles everywhere. Crystal glasses. Everything screamed money. Kieran Thorne was sitting at the head of the table. He stood up when I walked in. He wore a Black suit. His Hair was perfectly styled. He looked like he belonged in a magazine.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”