Ronan is a 19-year old man training to become a Nightblade, a magical monster hunter that kills the things that go bump in the night. The problem is, Ronan suffers from an ancient curse that prevents him from accessing his magic, no matter how hard he trains or pushes his limits. 

But that all changes one day when his temple is attacked by a new dark force, one so vicious and terrifying that not even the most powerful spellcasters and Nightblades are able to fend it off. 

And when this monstrous army leaves behind a fragment of metal that Ronan puts into a sword, Ronan finds that his magic is unlocked through the power of the Black Hellblade. 

Now, Ronan must discover what exactly a good man is to do with evil magic. 

Will the gorgeously stunning Master Nightblade Maritza be enough to set Ronan on the right course? Or will the forces of evil and his curse get the best of him? 

And when the dark army that gave him the extraordinary magic returns, will Ronan be ready to defeat it? 

The Black Hellblade is created by Samuel Rust, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
Join Ronan on his harrowing quest for strength through a brutal, cold world in this medieval, fantasy, level-up adventure.

The Black Hellblade

Ronan scrambled out of his bed and to the Hellblade. 


“Where the hell did this come from?” he muttered to himself while looking at the Hellblade. Had somebody placed it in his room while he was sleeping? 


Ronan slid the curved sword from its sheath and backed into the corner of the room. 


He stood beside the Hellblade and asked, “Is anyone there?” 


Ronan searched through the dark for any movement. In the Hellblade’s faint glow and the few strips of sunlight peeking through his window, he saw that he was alone. 


“I’m losing it,” he muttered, and he sheathed the curved sword. The Hellblade slipped from its place on the sill and fell to the stone floor with a clank, then vanished. 


Then the rooster crowing above the temple’s stables woke Ronan from his sleep. It was significantly brighter out, and the sky was a crisp orange. Wavy pink clouds cascaded slowly in the sky. 


Chapter 21: The Dance of the Butterfly