A Blade Reborn Novels & Stories

The hardness in her gaze didn't dim by a little bit, and I knew she was going to say spiteful words to me, even before she uttered them. "I don't see what's taking you so long. If the Luna of the kingdom takes so long to get ready, then what will the other alphas think?" Before I could blink, or even reply, she pulled close the fan she always had in hand, before pulling a sleek blade out of it. My mouth fell open when I saw the blade hidden under the guise of a fan, an unknown weapon. I tried to say something, but her blade was coming close to my face, and a stuttered breath escaped me when she nicked at something by the side of my head.

Kael shielded me with his body as the magic spun. And then, from the center of the relic chamber, a voice whispered— “The Luna’s Blade must return.” The light faded. And on a pedestal in the heart of the room, something floated. A sword. Unlike anything I’d ever seen. Its hilt wrapped in leather that shimmered like starfire, its blade forged of obsidian and moonlight fused. It pulsed like a living heart. Solen stepped forward, awe thick in his voice. “The Blade of Veyra. Lost for centuries. Forged in the tears of the Moon Goddess herself.”

I looked at her questioningly. “Block all the mind-links, Brian. I need to tell you something that shouldn’t be known to anyone else.” She talked to me through mind-link. My heart skipped a beat, and Cody also stood up in alert. I still did what she asked me. I blocked all the mind-link, looking at her worriedly. She looked at the closed door behind me, her gaze filled with sadness and heartbreak. Just like mine. “I am also reborn, Brian.” She whispered through mind-link.

He emerged from behind one of the stone pillars, rubbing blood from a cut above his eyebrow. “They’re gone.” I looked around. There were no bodies. No weapons. Nothing. As if they had never been there. Only one thing remained. It was a black cloth lying on the floor. I picked it up and observed it. It wasn’t part of a mask. It was a sleeve. Embroidered onto the cuff was a silver crest. A wolf surrounded by three stars. The same symbol from the pendant, the same symbol carved above the mausoleum. Henry stared at it.

"May I see it?" Elric hesitated. Then he held it out. Vera examined the blade without touching it. Her eyes traced the runes carved into the steel. "These markings are Moonborn script. This blade is least three hundred years old " she said. She looked at Elric. "Where did your mother get this?" "I don't know " Elric said. "Its been in her family for generations." "Then your mothers family has blood " Vera said. "These weapons can only be forged by Moonborn. Wielded by those who carry the bloodline. Even diluted, even hidden for centuries the blood calls to the blade."

In the infirmary, Alexander lay on the stone bed, his face as pale as paper. Lyla avoided his gaze and spoke solemnly. "The silverbane has eaten away your wolf. It's gone. It'll never return." He had once been the pride of the pack, a ruler who could tear through the night itself. Now, he was only an empty shell, stripped of his spirit. Alexander closed his eyes in pain, but a single figure stubbornly appeared in his mind.

Queen Mother Rhea smiled at me with a cold gleam in her eyes and slowly raised her small silver dagger. The warm candlelight from the iron wall sconces reflected off the sharp edge of the polished blade. I tightened my grip on the heavy brass candlestick in my left hand and prepared to swing it at her head if she lunged forward. Rhea did not charge across the room or try to stab me in the chest with her weapon. She paced across the black marble floor with a slow and calculated grace while she inspected my ruined appearance.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

Samson said. He puts his phone on loud speaker and dropped it on the table to have a feel of the Night blade. Samson stood up and he unsheathed the sword right in front of Alicia who gulped. The handle of the long sword was a wooden-medieval gold cabinet but the blade was stark and stoic. It could cut through any metal, alloid or repel steel attacks plus the enchantments being installed made the sword more distopic.. "Boss, the Night blade should be installed into one of the mechanincal bots being structured here at Boneridge."

Behind it lay the Lunaris Blade—a weapon forged by the first Moon Blessed, imbued with the essence of starlight and sorrow. Selene had never touched it. Until now. She whispered the incantation, voice steady. The runes flared to life. The door groaned open. And the chamber beyond seemed to hold its breath. There, atop a stone pedestal, lay the blade—its hilt wrapped in lunar silk, its edge gleaming faintly as if lit from within. The moment her fingers closed around it, a wave of energy surged up her arm—pain and clarity in equal measure. Visions danced behind her eyes: fire, fangs, Lucian’s smile twisted in triumph… and a throne of bone rising from ash.