Triple H Blade Trinity Novels & Stories

"But what are these resources you meant?" The leader of the Travis Tribe grinned at them as he leaned back. "We are the Blacksmiths of Karhan. The blades of the Travis are impenetrable, and sturdy. If you allow us to make you a fine blade, then you will become unbeatable." Dana stared at the Travis leader with her finger intertwined under her chin. She closed her eyes and stood, her hands pressed on the table. Dana's hands reached for her sword and they tensed when she pulled out the blade of the Blood Star. A black blade with sharp double edges despite the many battles it faced. It made a whirring noise when she pulled it out of its silver sheath.

The air shimmered with energy, a hum vibrating through the room, resonating with my heartbeat. Hours passed, and sweat ran down my brow, but I did not stop. Every swing, every chant, every breath infused the weapon with my soul. When it was finally finished, the blade glowed faintly with a silver-blue light, a heartbeat away from sentience. Holding it, I could feel my tribrid energy resonate within it. This was no ordinary weapon, it was a symbol, a promise, a storm yet to be unleashed.

She tried to move, but I pressed the blade just a little harder. "I said yield," I said, my voice louder this time. She looked around at the pack. They were all watching. She looked at the triplets, who were standing perfectly still. Finally, she let out a long, angry breath. "I yield," she hissed. I stayed on top of her for a second longer, just to make sure she meant it. Then, I stood up. My whole body was shaking. I felt like I was going to collapse, but I kept my head high.

Mina damn near tripped over Lynn backing away. As Trixie started pulling out blades, brass knuckles, and throwing stars. “Is that c4? How the fuck did she get c4?” I heard Montego’s brother Gavin asked. As Trixie put a brick on the table along with two Hatchets and a…”Is that a flail? Who the fuck still owns a flail?” A warrior asked with a chuckle. Trixie stopped her search and looked at him. “That Flail can take someone’s head off with one swing, those are great for quick kills.” Trixie said as she continue to dig through her Backpack. “YAY I FOUND IT!” Trixie yelled as she pulled out a handgun pointing it at Dilara’s head and pulled the fucking trigger. That’s when all hell broke loose,

She added with a serious look on her face as she crossed her arms in front of her. The triplets stared at her askance. “Ladies room? This is the men’s room.” Another of the triplets spoke. His hair was tied into a neat bun. One noticeable feature that Irene could see was that all three brothers had the same color of hair, skin, and eyes. She could only tell who was who by their voices and their hairstyles.

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

Alexa caught her before she could hit the floor and carried her to a chair. Henry recovered from his shock and after scaring the guards off, looked at Alexa with furious hatred. This tribrid was the person who had kept fouling all his well thought out plans and now, she had made him look stupid and useless. 'I shall deal with you!' he muttered, throwing away the gun, now emptied of bullets, as he dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out the silver blade. 'Let's see how you stop this!' he said as he ran towards Alexa and raising the blade, drove it into her back as she lay his mother on the couch. But he looked up shocked because it was not Alexa he had stabbed but Hector. When had Hec

The broken blade condensed the force of the blade itself. "The great Marshal Snow is using a broken blade? How pathetic! My ghost blade was forged over three years, infused with countless rare materials. It's indestructible," Tristan boasted, laughing. "If the man's weak, the weapon doesn't matter." Gideon's casual jab left Tristan speechless, his face flushed with shame. "A smart aleck, I see. Die!" Just like that, a black blade arc came down. Gideon stayed calm, swung the broken blade, and a white arc of energy shot upward.

“It is a journey of power. You have to join forces with the Blue Britain pack and the Purple Front pack. Gather up to three hundred people and until then, you would know what next to do or you can summon me back then. If not.” she said and vanished into thin air. Trevor was stunned where he sat down. This was not what he was expecting. He had thought it would be something about some people trying to overrule them and did not expect it to be joining forces with other packs. And to talk about it, the Blue Britain and Purple Front pack, they were known to be the strongest packs in the wolf world.

I liked to think that way anyway. In less than a half hour we were at our destination. We unloaded the van in continued silence, and the trailhead, a wide opening in the trees, might as well have been the maw of utter darkness. As I pulled my hunting knife from my pack to attach it to my belt, I paused, removing the blade from its sheathe and absently running the pad of my thumb along its edge. It was not unlike the knife I’d killed a man with, which probably made it not unlike the knife that had slit my daughter’s throat. I looked at the blade for several seconds, soul reaching across the Atlantic, across gulfs even greater than the Atlantic to my beloved Kristin, alone in her shell. Soon,