Archer Fate Unlimited Blade Works Novels & Stories

“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)

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

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 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?"

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”

His attacks had all been perfectly blocked by Chase while Chase’s attacks had him in a fluster. He had no choice but to use his trump card. Blood Thirst suddenly retreated. The blade expanded to double its power as a bright, red light glowed from it. Murderous intent was spread everywhere. Amon started chanting. It was not long before numerous big and small images of himself appeared behind him. Each of them had a red blade flash behind their backs. “Bloody Blade, Million-Kill Formation!” Numerous images merged into powerful energy. The look on Undead Joey, Greg, and Lynn’s faces changed.

I asked, barely above a whisper. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the timer. I could see his throat move as he swallowed hard. “Answer me,” I said, louder this time. He sighed shakily. “Yes… it’s bad. It’s a Crimson Ultra Charge, my lady. Military grade. One of the deadliest kinds.” My blood ran cold.. “Get me out of here,” I snapped, my voice rising. Blake ran a hand through his hair, scanning the straps and wires. “We have to stay calm…”