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

Scindo rubbed his chin, entertained by Clove’s playful question.


“Well,” Scindo said, “I suppose the last good gulp of water I had was earlier this afternoon, to hydrate after a morning of loading a ship with crates of tea to be shipped out East.”


“Tea?” she asked, in a charming yet prying sort of manner.


“Yes,” Scindo grinned. “Tea, though I far prefer rum.”


Clove nodded and swiftly replied, “Ah yes, your rum! I’ve had quite a few bottles of the stuff you brew myself, and I must say, it’s quite good. And I’m sure a natural seafaring man such as yourself has tried many different rums, and has quite the advanced palette, has he not?”


“Flattery, my dear Ms. Clove, will get you everywhere. I’ve had my share of fine rums, from as dark as a puddle of mud to as gold as the sands on our beach.”


He set his hands on his hips and laughed. “All have gotten me a good bit drunk. Now aren’t you supposed to convince me to buy that jar of water?”


Chapter 44: Silver Rum and Silver Tongues