Novel & Cerita Ash Of War: Sacred Blade

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.

She recalled seeing him do that before, but at the time, the significance hadn't registered. "Why is everyone so happy?" Aya asked from her seat at the kitchen table. "After the bombing last night, I thought a war was about to break out." "Oh, Yeah, it will," Erling answered. "But when ye live as long as we have, ye lose a sense of urgency about it. We'll take care of Stephan soon enough. 'Tis a shame we didn't kill him in the Great War." Aya leaned forward. "There was a Great Vampire War?"

They’ve forgotten wolves chew through their own paws when cornered. One of the guards offers him the ceremonial blade from earlier—standard steel, worn hilt engraved with pack sigils. The priest barely glances at it. He lifts a hand and dismisses it like a king waving off a servant. He’s brought his own. It’s more of an obsidian and bone material. The handle is wrapped in something that might’ve once been human skin. The edge shimmers with old runes that seem to move or laugh. It’s the kind of blade you don’t just flay with, but you feed. He sets the blade on a silver tray beside me, then uncorks a glass vial filled with something thick and green—wolfsbane oil. It smells like death soaked in

He pursed his lips, and cursed under his breath, before closing the warrior's eyes. "Take him away. Ensure he gets a proper burial." Asher ordered, and the guards bowed, picking up the corpse, and carrying him away. "The blade." Asher demanded, and Joshua handed it to him. The slim and sharp surface was covered in drying blood, and the trace of wolfsbane was evident, as the blood took on a greenish, rotting tint. Nonetheless, the hilt is what truly caught the Alpha's attention. It was made of a clear crystal, with only a thin aluminum wire wrapping around it, creating an intricate design. The tip of the hilt itself held a red seal that resembled a bat's wing crossing a full moon.

My group begins to chant as I drink from the chalice of black waters, “Charge our blood, turn as poison, nectar to the wise. Breed within us black serpents, sharp of tooth and merciless of fang. We shall be the unfaceable weapons, fill our bodies with venom. We shall become as ferocious dragons, cloaked in the fearsome rays of your sight. We are creating our Deific beings from thee. With this Blade, we cut weakness and emerge Godlike. We shall be your children in this world! Whoever shall look upon us shall collapse in utter terror!” We chanted nine times as I took nine sips. “Our bodies shall rise continually and never turn away from challenges! We summon thee, Mush-Hushshu Dragon, Lahmu, H

"That's right! She promised! She can't kill you!" Marcus frowned. The other warriors began to hesitate. The elders on stage exchanged uneasy glances. In pack tradition, a life-debt was sacred and unbreakable. "Elara…" Thomas said softly, "if you really made that vow…" Everyone was waiting for my answer. They thought I would waver because of that damned oath. That I would lower my weapon, once again a victim of Kaelen's moral blackmail. I looked at Kaelen, at the smug, calculating look in his eyes.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

Their eyes widened for the first time in their lives. Finally, the Heavenly Sword Of Destruction and Heavens Domineering Saber Script had their face-off! Broom! The sky and land started to shake vigorously, and the wind began to blow furiously. It was as if the end of the world had arrived. The moment the Heaven Sword Of Destruction and the Heavens Domineering Saber Script collided with one another, the entire sky became filled with white light that was blinding. No one was able to see who had emerged victorious.

he hissed at her. “But my Grandfather?” she whined. “Take this,” he said pulling Light Stick's necklace from his neck. He'll protect you as long as you wear this. Do not come here for aid. Go East as he says, you will find peace.” he said waving his hand across the sky. “When the sky bleeds red, you must battle Little Dove.” he pushed her away from the fire.

There could be no hesitation. Ash moved with lethal grace, cutting through lines with a blade in one hand and a sidearm in the other. Each movement was fluid, precise, deadly. He found Henry at the center of a small skirmish, their eyes locking in a brief, icy moment of recognition. Without hesitation, Ash’s blade arced, striking with unflinching force, severing Henry’s head cleanly. The sound was horrendous, but necessary. The line of defense crumbled immediately after, morale shattered by the sudden brutality.