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

In the wake of Ronan and Scindo’s clash, the soft wind blew calmly on the grassy hills. 


Day had begun to break, but as the group traveled on towards The Temple of the Seahorse, they could still hear the festive cheers and praise ringing out from within the stone walls. 


Ike nudged Clove and gave her a soft smile. 


“And I thought the Butterflies knew how to throw a good party,” he said. 


The morning sun that was the same color of rust on an ancient blade had begun to edge over the night’s dark clouds, and the lighting made the smirk Clove returned to Ike exceptionally beautiful. 


She grabbed his hand, knowing that the two of them together would give each other the strength to tackle whatever awaited them ahead. 


Maritza had made a timid attempt for Ronan’s hand too, though she didn’t quite make it in time. Ronan took a sip of the rum Scindo had handed him, and Maritza’s hand fell flat by her thigh, making her feel all the more lonely and isolated. 


Chapter 38: A Temple Built on Honor