What Happened To Blackfyre Sword Novels & Stories

He gestured at me. "You can't kill me, Silas. I own this fucking city... and I will get back everything you shitheads took from me." His smile dropped. "I will end The Black Rose..." he seethed. "One petal at a time." He laughed. "Isn't that exciting?" He put his hands in his pockets and turned around, not caring about the gun being aimed at his back. Lorenzo and Noir were behind Silas, along with several men that hadn't been there before, pointing their guns at the opposing men.

Leandros and his snipers killed all the Flame Hounds, who emerged from their hiding spot to save their leader. “Here, use this, Felixe,” said Zephyrus, handing his father’s sacred sword out to me. I felt overwhelmed by his selfless gesture. I knew how much this sword meant to him! “If you kill me, you’ll never know about Hera!” laughed Alpha Athos. I hesitated, but Zephyrus was adamant. “Kill him, Felixe. We don’t need his help to seek Hera out.” Alpha Athos panicked as I raised the heavy sword to pierce his heart. “Stop. I know where your mate is. I’ll cooperate if you spare my life.”

"What's supposed to happen next? I make the mistake of looking away, but only for an instant. I was so busy answering Lamorak's question that I didn't realize it was a distraction. Faye screams, her blood staining her shift as it flows from a deep wound on her chest. She is stabbed again and again, through her arms, her legs. The attacker is hidden, somehow cloaked from view. "ARTHUR!!" I scream. Waiting in the chamber next to us, he rushes into the room, Excalibur drawn and ready. In the enchanted light of the sword, the intruder slowly comes into focus, looking like a blur of reflected light, as no illusion or glamor can hold up under the scrutiny of this holy blade of Avalon. The veins on

He looked at me, I don't know why I found his eyes very hypnotic. I followed him and stood beside him; he looked at me and answered, “ A day before you came she suddenly disappeared. I think it is Destiny’s will. Wherever she goes I pray that she's fine, that the gods protect her as I protect her." He placed his face on his palm, not long enough he stood up. He was in a daze. "Does a katana or a sword showed to you?” he asked me while still in a daze. I grab the sword hidden, behind in my blouse and showed it to him. He seems surprised and scared. I asked, “ Why do you looked scared?

Black Maple Master's eyes brimmed with terror, fully aware of the dread that Alexander wielding his sword represented. Like a tempest, the sword's energy thundered forth, a formidable force that bore down on Black Maple Master. There was no escaping that lightning strike. "Take the hit!" Black Maple Master bellowed, and a cyborg materialized before him, arms crossed in defense. With a resounding crash, the sword's energy obliterated the cyborg, reducing it to scrap in a heartbeat. The blade that stood in defense was cleaved in twain, its pieces clattering to the ground. Then, the sword energy slammed into Black Maple Master's chest.

My heart began to beat within my chest, threatening to burst out at any moment. Tony? My brother? It wasn't enough that he got me banished for a crime I didn't commit? *Please, don't do this. I didn't do anything, please,” I begged. “Enough!” He yelled and then collected something that looked like a sword. I immediately stiffened. I remembered seeing a sword like that. It was what was used to kill Black magic users to prevent them from coming back. It trapped their souls. I thought it was a myth. The burly man sauntered towards me and raised the glowing sword into the air to strike.

“Stand back. All of you.” Zadicus ordered seriously, extending his out as a black sword summoned, into Zadicus’ hands. The purest black sword with a ruby affixed on the handle. Maroon flames emit from it slightly, extremely thin but longer than an average sword. Asserting 'His' dominance. “There it is, the extinct sword- Crimson Malevolence.” Daphne whispered, gulping hard when Zadicus summoned his sword. To say they were flabbergasted would be an understatement. It was the darkest sword in history; saying it holds souls in them and its bearer can hear screams of the souls trapped in it.

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

Reaching for his side, Ymir unsheathed another blade, and in the same instant the ones in his hands vanished. I backed away immediately after witnessing the change of blades. I didn't want to rush forward with an attack when I wasn't sure of what these new blades could do. It was safe to assume that each of them possessed unique abilities, someone like this couldn't possibly face the Lycan with ordinary blades. People like him were way too proud to even think of doing so. "These blades nullify healing of any sort, do not think you'll heal back after I cut you to pieces with these blades." He educated. It was a foolish thing to do, but I was pleased he had opened up.

It was obvious what I would choose. There was a burning flame that blazed within me. I turned around and dashed back in, the cries of the Omegas were ringing within my head but I didn't say anything, my hand didn't shake as I drew my sword from its scabbard, the solid feel of it warm and reassuring in my hand. I looked at the sword and let you a cold smile, “I was not a pure child but I was the daughter of an Alpha and I wouldn't sit and wait for death, I would slay them all! That for me is the greatest belief.” I thought.