Archer Fate Unlimited Blade Works Novels & Stories

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

“Leave it alone!” “What’s the matter?” “You forgot your reaction when you touched this blade back at Dragun Squad Base Camp. This blade has a devilish nature, so you can’t control it now.” “Back then, Blade Hero was known as the great warrior who was invincible in the Transformation Realm,” Tyr replied with a sigh. “He had reached the pinnacle of Transformation and was capable of wielding both the Celestial Blade and the Sword of Grace. Why can’t I control the Celestial Blade now that I’ve reached the pinnacle of Transformation?”

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

I asked her. “My bow broke in two when I fought against Link” she said “Link from Breath of the Wild?” I said “yes but can you fix it?” said Nyalter “actually I can, I have a forge located within my Friendly Strangers Gang Hideout so yes but the problem is that my forge has limited resources. I just set up my forge a few weeks ago” I said “okay Master Arnold” said Nyalter “anyway can I test out your bow” I said “sure Arnold” said Nyalter. So she gave her bow to me. Next I grab an arrow made out of Moonstone and pull the string and the Moonstone arrow back and the power within the bow was beginning to go unstable “looks like your bow has a lot of power, if your use it now the power within you

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

I snapped out of it and called, “Mark.” He turned back, frowning. “Not enough?” Maybe it was because of his past running with rough crowds. Though he was good-looking, there was a sharp, intimidating edge to him, like he had a bad temper. I stood up, searched through my bag, and took out a tube of ointment. “It’s rainy season in the South. You might get eczema. Take this and use it if you need to.” He paused, a little surprised. After taking the ointment, he looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “Anything else?”

Runes ran along the hilt—half flame, half crescent—and the metal pulsed like it was alive. Racheal stepped closer. The blade sang to her blood. “You feel it, don’t you?” Myra whispered. “It was made for you.” Racheal reached out, fingers hovering over the hilt. “What is it?” Myra exhaled slowly. “It’s called Ashweaver. A soulbound blade. Forged at the end of the Flame Wars by a rogue godsmith. It can kill a vessel of divine blood… but only if wielded by one who shares that blood.”

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

And amongst of the bestest, Linfey is currently the highest paid model. In a moment like this, there is only a person who looks calm without getting distracted by the storm that has just hit Fashion Blast. Arissa was sitting quietly while the pictures that she took before and listening to music from her earphones. Her face was relax and absolutely calm. Like a child who’s enjoying their picnic time in a city park. Whereas a light bulb suddenly flashed inside Jojo's head. Next, his eyes wandered around when it finally stopped and spotted a figure who was sitting in a corner casually.