Novel & Cerita What Happened To Blackfyre Sword

​They scrambled backward, their eyes wide with terror and awe as the White Demon placed herself between them and certain death. ​A Feral lunged at me from the blind side, its needle-teeth aiming for the weak point at the back of my knee. I didn't even turn. I drove the pommel of my sword backward, shattering its skull. ​I fought with a ferocity that bordered on madness. I wasn't just killing vampires; I was fighting the ghost of Kaelen Blackwood. I was fighting the trap he had laid for me. Every Corrupted I slaughtered was a defiant scream against the man who thought he could manipulate my heart.

Draven continued, “so I could spare her life. Against their wishes.” I lay in the dirt, chest heaving, eyes burning. Surely this would void his claim. Surely. Christian dropped beside me, arms cradling me. “You’re okay,” he whispered. “I didn’t lose,” I choked out. “No. You were robbed.” And then I blacked out. I didn’t hear the first warning. Didn’t hear the rustle in the trees. The approaching storm of footsteps. Another Alpha was coming. The Alpha of Crimson Fang.

“No matter what happens … I will come back alive!” Then he rushed towards Dethnar and drove the point of his sword for a plunge, but then the demon countered it with the Frostcalibur, exerting so hard that it destroyed Blackwinter’s worn-out blade. Arth’s eyes widened, chest pounding in fear. “No … I’m sorry, buddy …” he whispered as he watched the other half of Blackwinter drop to the ground, dead. Thinking of what else he could do, Arth had not taken notice of Dethnar’s hand reaching out to grab his neck, lifting him into the air.

He staggered back and loosened his grip, which allowed her to break free. Knowing that she didn't stand a chance at repossessing her sword, she pulled one of the smaller daggers out of her belt and launched it at the vampire, who had now regained his focus and was heading for her. The dagger struck him in the heart and a loud shriek escaped him as he burst into flames, ending up as nothing more than a pile of ash within seconds.

"You've made the right decision, Avery. Now, come with me to the vampire kingdom, and rule by my side, along with our child." I gazed into his eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. But I had a secret, one that would change everything. I pulled out a sword, and with a swift motion, I cut a slit in my palm. The Dark Lord's eyes widened in surprise as I stabbed him in the chest with the sword. But it wasn't just any sword. The blood on its blade ignited, burning with a fierce, lava-like intensity. It was the dragon flames, the same power that Callista had given me. The Dark Lord's eyes went wide with shock and agony as he stumbled backwards, screaming in pain.

His breathing was labored and heavy, but Blakeney still possessed enough strength to finish him off. Instead of cowering in weakness, Clurife stood defiantly at the sight of his oncoming death. Blakeney raised his sword high to deliver the final blow, but just as he was almost to sever the head of the son of Hades, a bronze blade slid through the center of his back, pierced his heart, and continued through his chest. He gasped and his eyes flew wide in shock; the sword of Troy fell from his loosened grip to the cold, hard ground.

This sword was a manifestation of the Flammae Curse. Now, Yered held nothing back. Boom! The two swords collided. Both Yered and Yui were sent flying by each other’s force. Yered coughed up blood, but not from injury.

After a moment, the fighter's sword clashed with Zelter's, and the flames intensified the moment the two swords struck each other. All of a sudden, the fire started to swallow the other sword. The flames were like rapidly growing vines. The black sword was enveloped by the flames, and an explosive force filled up the black sword. Right after that, the sound of something cracking could be heard, and everyone was surprised to notice that the black sword started to shatter just moments after it had been enveloped by the flames. Zelter took a step back, pulling away from the armored fighter.

Alpha Blake was simply gulping out blood when he tried to talk, his eyes widened and his hand just stayed hanging, but his sword fell off his hands. “I never knew I’d win so easily” Alpha Ryder slammed alpha Blake on the ground, which caught the attention of every soldier and they paused to check what’s going on, only to see Alpha Ryder pulling his sword out of Alpha Blake’s stomach. Alpha Ryder quickly reached for alpha’s Blake’s sword, he stared at it admiringly and breath in relief. “Finally, I have my phoenix sword back” He averted his gaze to Alpha Blake’s body laying on the ground, he drove the phoenix sword into Alpha Blake’s neck, separating Alpha Blake’s neck from his shoulders.