The Blackened Blade (The Blackened Blade, #1)

by Isla Davon

Just above that, on my wrist, a thick silver and black metal band the size of a sleeve cuff sits against my skin. It was a shackle placed there by The Facility.

it always felt cold against my skin and that it made me weak. It also made me slow and my body groggy and unable to move properly or recover quickly. It was as if there were a permanent weight on me so heavy my body couldn’t function properly, draining me of even the tiniest slither of strength. They had only removed it when I was being sent for testing.

“Now it's all mine.” Her grip becomes tighter and more painful, “As it always should have been.”

Light golden-colour for the Sixth years.

Book says light-golden color and audiobook says white

Her voice used to constantly remind me of a fairy or what I’d imagine a mermaid or siren would sound like. So sweet, so angelic.

And just as I make my way out of the bathroom, I glance in the mirror noticing a strange, shaped bruise on my right hip and another forming on my left.

noticing the colour quickly turning to a deep black shade, almost as if the shape was being tattooed on my skin. It becomes darker and darker, with the one on my left hip taking on the same hue.

The shapes begin to take on form, almost creating a long line before twisting into an elo...

It’s sl...

thicker on one end and bleeds into a thinner tip at the other with two small sharp curves a...

I think they might be a small thread connecting to the reason why I’m here now.

Whatever they were, I didn't feel anything sinister coming from them.

A small bracelet falls from the drawer as I take the brush out.

The same cold feeling that would run from my wrists and into my bones. The same thin black and silver metal that encased my wrists every day in that hellhole. The shackles, the thick metal cuff. The Facility.

I grip the metal chain, the ‘M’ letter digging into my skin and reminding me of the small letter charm.

Was this the reason why I had become so physically weak? I never had power or any magical aptitude when I was younger, but it was only when I was fourteen or fifteen did my body become so fragile.

Was she the reason why I didn't have the strength all these years that later grew in The Facility when my shackles were off?

peer down at my thin arms and soft hands. I would need to train and build my strength and my abilities would soon follow. I was quick to adjust as I learnt in The Facility, quickly adapting to any fight and creature they put me against. They would bring in bigger and stronger beasts each time to see how long I could last and how bloody I could become.

If it weren’t for those stupid shackles, my weakened body, and The Facility keeping me in a constant survival state, I would have ripped through every guard and creature there. Nothing would have kept me caged.

The teacher, Mr. Valor, was known to have a reputation for his profound teaching and strong fighting skills. He had only joined the faculty this year and was a master of weaponry and battle strategy.

I open my mouth to speak, when suddenly a hand grabs me from behind. An icy shiver works its way through my body with the contact.

Maybe the feeling of the “icy shiver” is the feeling of Seria’s power

A feeling like ants burrowing under my skin stretches across my body, with how my name falls from those small pink lips.

Definitely magic. Perhaps power in how Seria says a persons name.

I’d also been healing. Any small scratches or bruises would heal quickly, and my ability to recover from training and the muscle pain from it was much faster as well.

I had never even considered the possibility of that stupid charm bracelet being something so malicious. It definitely contributed to my lack of strength and inability to recover.

It didn’t help that Seria had the voice of an opera house angel. Her soft and soothing voice made everyone fall silent in awe when she stood up and sang.

Further proof of perhaps being a Siren. The ability to sing and project her voice, further enthralling everyone around her.

Mr. Valor. He was a high, pure-blood elf whose reputation on the battlefield made him someone even the academy's dean fought to get his hands on.

“So, crazy and possessive. Not qualities most normies want in their partners, Red.” He shakes his head, leaning in toward me. “Personally, though, I think a little crazy every now and then is healthy. And being possessive…” His eyes gloss over a little as he bites down on his bottom lip, “It’s sexy as fuck having a woman stake her claim on shit, especially if it gets bloody.”

On his ear sits a small dangling metal dagger falling from a short black chain. It's decorated with a black handle and…a ruby-red droplet falling from the blade's tip.

I’m met with two bright turquoise eyes that look as if they have tiny flecks of lilac running through them.

They curve upwards as a wavy brown and lilac strand tumbles down onto them.

The boy pushes his hair back as a slow smile spreads across his full lips. It pulls at his almost golden skin and perfectly sculpted features, making him look even more breathtaking.

Did he not know who I was? Or not hear the crap they all spread about me?

Ezra also doesnt seem to know her

“I think it's best if everyone just

If they were able to target Morgan and her partners on the academy's grounds, then they must have some connection to the school or the people in it.

Maybe the reason Seria, Xander, Kane and crew were gone that day is because Seria was controlling the boys and minds and making them bring that beast to the school. But how would Seria have that kind of power and why?

“Where have you been all this time, Red? Hidden under some rock or locked away in a cage? Almost three years in this shitty school, and we only meet now? How the hell did I not know you before?” A strange, soft look forms in his gaze. “Would’ve been more interesting with you around.”

They dont know her. They couldnt hve been in the previous life

Someone in this life and my last had planned this. They wanted to hurt Morgan or, even worse, kill her. But why?

Seria

whispering sweet words.

Siren

A cold shiver works its way through my body with her touch, and I have to talk myself out of ripping my hand back from her clutches.

Her trhing fo use her influencing powers

Instead, I take a deep breath and pull my hand from between hers. Her gaze darkens before she quickly schools it.

Doesnt like that she is shrugging off her influence

His eyes flicker back to me, a strange look forming in them the longer I stare.

I think Serias influence weakens when they arent being constantly touched or talked to by her. Or if Micai challenges their "memories" of things that are not true.

The boy in question had raven-black hair framing his model-esque features and amber-gold eyes. It's a pity about the scowl he’s currently wearing.

Something just didn’t sit right with me about it all. Why were so many people against her? Who was orchestrating all this aggression and isolation? And why?

fated mate was almost as impossible as bringing someone back from the dead or travelling through time.

I would have to find the source of these rumours soon and make whoever spread them unable to spew any more bullshit.

Its Seria

did. I knew it as much as I knew that pain was fleeting and that if I were cut down right now, I’d rise to kill again tomorrow.

scaly fingers.

Ezra hs to be Zrael...they are both Sirens

psycho reaper we call Annex.”

Annex is a reaper, Ezra a Siren. Mallyn a beserker? Creed?