Novel & Cerita Archer Fate Unlimited Blade Works

“You wouldn’t.” The First Immortal smiled faintly. “Oh, I would.” Seraphine watched as the threads slowly gathered together. Forming a single glowing object. A weapon. A blade made entirely of cosmic energy. The light from it was blinding. The silver guardian gasped. “The Blade of Origin…” Rowan blinked. “That sounds expensive.” The First Immortal lifted the weapon carefully. “For millions of years this blade has remained within the throne.” He turned toward Seraphine. “It is the only weapon ever created that can cut the threads of fate.”

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha

He pulled another arrow and started pulling on the string. Just then, a loud crack echoed throughout the room. Blood gushed from the archer's waist as an axe lodged itself on his side, piercing through his armor. The axe pulled away, and the archer turned to take a look and saw Ashvell standing by the entrance, holding on his double-bladed axe as if he was chopping down a tree. He took another swing towards the archer, which he blocked with his bow. The bow broke in half, and the archer managed to dodge away. Ashvell took another swing, and another, unfortunately he already lost the element of surprise. His enemy was too quick and agile for his big weapon and wide attacks.

He steps in front of Ava, a shield, a protector, a guardian. The blade slices across his arm, a sharp pain, a searing cut. Blood stains his sleeve, a red mark, a wound. But his focus remains unshaken, a steady gaze, a fixed intent. With swift strength, he overpowers Leah, a dominant force, a superior power. He wrings the dagger from her grasp, a tight grip, a firm hold. He forces her to the ground, a submission, a defeat, a surrender. Leah's eyes flash with anger, a burning rage, a seething hatred. But Cane's expression remains calm, a steady gaze, a cold determination.

“If Lu saw you right now, he’d be so pissed off. Alpha suits you.” I smirk. “Let’s see if I can keep people alive before you go slapping Alpha on me.” I clap his arm and go to the supply boxes. Hopefully, Bastian came through because I’ll definitely need what I’m looking for now. I went through the piles and found a long box. “There you are.” I say to myself. I open the long box to a black, shining compound bow and carbide arrows with triple blade arrow heads. I hold an arrow in front of me, twisting the shaft in my fingers. The blades flash the sunlight as they turn.

In his hands, he held a shorter blade that he offered to Aria handle-first. "Basic silver alloy with moonstone inlay," he explained. "Not powerful enough to significantly enhance your abilities, but sufficient to provide a focus for channeling energy if you need it. And sharp enough to do physical damage if mystical attacks prove insufficient. Can you use a blade, or do I need to assign someone to guard you specifically?"

A blade such as that, has no place in the realm of mortals. The Blade of Eternal Light is one of a kind. It was forged and imbued with one purpose and one purpose alone. The ability to separate two souls. When I discovered Alcmene’s curse, this knife was the weapon I used to attempt to put right what she had done. The balance could not be allowed to shift. The Fates would not allow it and because it was my power that she used to create her living puppets, I was held responsible for rectifying the mess.

I was fed up with the silent treatment. “Based on the numerous training we've conducted, me and Rowan have concluded that your best weapon is an arrow by far. So therefore we will be testing you on how to use it even better” Zayne finished speaking, I was relieved I had an idea of what I was going to do. Use a bow and an arrow. “Rowan will get a sharper blade for the arrow. A blade that easily penetrates through any skin, be it vampire or werewolf. But for now you will only use the ordinary arrows. These ones are only capable of killing humans”