Triple H Blade Trinity Novels & Stories

We went through in single file and the corridor beyond already smelled like salt water and the deep structural groan of the rig's compromised legs was now continuous, a bass note that did not stop. "Top level," Sloane said. "Helipad. Move." The stairs were steel mesh and the first landing was already wet, water sheeting down from somewhere above and below simultaneously, the ocean finding every crack the explosions had opened. I ran and did not look down and focused on the next step and the one after that and Lucian's back directly in front of me. Third level. Two figures came out of a service doorway with weapons up. Gavin hit the first one before he finished raising his aim. Clean, fast, s

My blade crashes into it with a violent crack. The force sends both of us sliding backward across the sand. Lightning cracks across the sky above the ocean. I attack again. Faster this time. The sword flashes through the air in brutal precise strikes. Thalrion moves smoothly, controlling the water around him like an extension of his body. Waves slam toward me. Currents twist around my legs. But I keep advancing. The blade cuts through the water again and again. Each strike forcing him back another step. His expression begins to change.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke. I unwrapped it slowly, fingers brushing the hilt as it was etched. The metal deep crimson-black, with dark veins of Obsidian magic crawling just under the surface. The reflection of my own bloodline. Thornveil in root. Umbraen in finish. Something darker below. Something old. I didn’t hesitate. With a flick of my wrist, the blade ran across my palm, and I let the blood drip down the flat of the steel. I spoke the trace command. It should’ve flared as it was supposed to, controlled. Familiar.

I answered with an increasing sense of dread. "Elder Mora," the voice on the other end was Alpha Kane from the Northern region. "We need to talk. Immediately." "What about?" "About the girl. The omega who's mated to the Thorne triplets." I looked at Thorne, whose face had gone white. "How do you know about that?" I asked. "Because every pack within a hundred miles felt it when the triple bond triggered. The power rush was like nothing we've ever experienced." My blood turned to ice.

“Mwahaha, I want every last one of them. Don’t make me wait!” I opened the lid. Inside lay the legendary hellblades, their malevolent aura instantly unmistakable in the dim room. And of course, the ancient weapons immediately sensed the demon’s presence channeling through my body, and the metal edges began to gleam with a sinister red light. Tethys’s feeling of absolute triumph surged through my veins like a lethal poison. But as I looked closer at the velvet lining, I realized one of the blades was missing. The last blade, the specific one that Manolya always kept close to her person for protection, wasn’t in the box.

Night Rider and Night Wing rushed to the core where the blue light was. Chris dispersed his seal once he saw that Night Wing was next to the older man. Night Wing struck the man without giving him a chance to say anything and swung his over his shoulder as he rushed back. Night Blade was already in position, ready to be pulled up as soon as the older man was buckled onto him. The trio had a tacit understanding and didn’t need instructions to be spelt out.

My suspicions had been cleared upon upon viewing its item information. [Satanic Twin Blades - S-Tier] A Sharp Blade created from the horns of an S-tier Archdemon Satan, The second Prince of Hell, the bearer of the Cardinal Sin of Wrath. Passive Skill: Taunt Active Skill: Hell Flames, capable of enveloping the blades with the inextinguishable fires of Hell. To think, I will be able to wield such a sword in such conditions. It seems that The Daejeon Underground Subway Station Quest incident came to haunt me once again. But before that, the real question is how does Mr. Mulligan possess this blade?

While the lady was still standing, Somira got up to know what she was handling, and to her amazement, it was a surgical tray. "What? What do we need this for?" She asked. Lawrence got up from his seat and cuddled her from behind. "Somira... Please calm down... Let's do this once and for all..." "I'm sorry, I just can not do this!" She replied. It was quite oblivious that the both of them knew not what was running through each other's minds as they misinterpreted themselves. Lawrence handled the surgical tray from the lady, and ordered her to leave the room. "Now Somira, please let's go ahead!" He said.

"Swoosh!" "Bang!" The Hurricane Thunder Blade was as fast as lightning and hit light beam of the opponent's axe shadow. It was not just that. Relying on Zephyr Khan's keen perception, this attack happened to hit the weakest part of the battle-axe. When the two collided, a shocking air blast spread out in all directions. Smoke, dust, lightning, hurricane... all sorts of energy flickered and collided within this space, as though doomsday was coming.