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

After thirty minutes of rest by a dying fire, Ronan stomped the embers out. Clove covered the charred sticks and kindling with torn thistle and brush, and Ike swept the leaves of a large branch over their footprints.


Insects buzzed in the bushes, and the four heard no signs that they were being pursued. 


But they also knew that could change at any second.


Maritza boarded the white horse, and this time Ike mounted the beige. 


“I’ll lead us through Butcher’s Bog,” Maritza said, lacking the stern tone her voice usually carried.  “There, our tracks should be hidden by the low waters.”


“And then,” Ronan added with the map in his hand, positioning himself on the white horse behind Maritza, “We should take the tough trail of Loner’s Crag, and cross around to the merchant path near Lover’s Lake.”


Clove joined Ike and put her hands on his hips. He jolted with joy at her touch.


“At that point,” Clove said, “We’ll be near the Temple of the Seahorse, if it still stands to this day.”


Chapter 33: Weary Wanderers