Awaken Astral Blade Review Novels & Stories

Lyra shrieked, her shadow-wings unfurling to their full, terrifying extent. She stood between her son and the void, her obsidian blade igniting in a flurry of violet sparks. But the blade passed through the Critic as if he were nothing but a "Drafting Error." He was no longer a character; he was a "Review Bomb" in human form.

Our collision sent us both tumbling across the weed-choked parking lot. I rolled to my feet first, silver light flooding my limbs, suppression abandoned in favor of survival. Azrael recovered almost as quickly, his silver knife already in motion. I dodged. Barely. The blade passed close enough that I felt its cold burn even without making contact. "Fast," Azrael observed. "Faster than you should be." He circled me. "You're channeling more power than a newly awakened Moon Blessed should be able to access safely." "I'm full of surprises," I shot back, circling him warily.

The room was dark except for the dim light above the desk. I stared blankly at the bottle of alcohol beside me. Half empty or maybe half full, I could no longer tell. My wrist still carried faint scars from training injuries years ago. My eyes lingered there silently. Then slowly, I opened the desk drawer. Inside lay a silver blade. I stared at it for a long time. There was no panic inside me, only exhaustion and a deep, endless exhaustion. I was tired. The great Alpha Aiden reduced to this. I picked up the blade and put it against my wrist. The metal felt cold against my skin. For a brief second, Rue’s face flashed through my mind.

Indigo was starting to get a little strained, but it was still holding up for now. This was where the differences between soul artifacts really started to show. As Felix's strength grew, Indigo was clearly beginning to fall behind. "It looks like you've done all you can," Felix said, having pretty much gauged Yvian's strength. He raised his right hand and pointed forward. "Six Word Mantra—Astral Ember!" Instantly, the soul blade defending Yvian slashed downward. As the one on the receiving end, Yvian could feel firsthand just how terrifying that strike was.

In a sense, it almost seemed like it was behaving that way due to some telepathic link it had with Gerald… Before he could get too close, the god of Astral Traveler appeared before Gerald again before saying, “That there is the Astrabyss Sword, and it’ll function as your special weapon from today onward. Beside it, is a book that contains all the skills you can perform with the sword. I hope you’ll use it wisely and master all the Astrabyss’s skills. If you do, you’ll definitely get much stronger!” That was needless to say, of course, so Gerald simply nodded before continuing to walk toward the sword.

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

Ashley’s POV The sunlight filtering through the sheer linen curtains of my bedroom was too bright. It stabbed at my eyes, forcing me to drag myself out of the heavy, drug-like sleep that usually followed a night of high-adrenaline peaks. I stared at the ceiling, a pristine, coffered expanse of white and waited for the realization to dissolve. I waited for the memory of Julian’s icy blue eyes and his predatory job offer to fade into the fog of a champagne-induced nightmare.

Greedy Wolf shot into the air, clashing with Prison Suppressor mid-flight. Under the will of their wielders, the two blades began to duel in mid-air. Blade lights flashed, and deadly energy swept across the field. Even the morning sunlight dimmed and brightened sporadically under the fluctuating blade aura. The murderous aura radiating from both weapons was overwhelming, but Greedy Wolf had a distinct advantage—it carried the power of starlight, which gave it the upper hand. During the exchange, Stone made a surprising discovery. There was a fledgling spirit inside that blade!

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

He was delusional if he thought I was going to let him get closer to me than he was now. I took another step but then a loud thunder cut through the air and shook the house to its foundation. Fear gripped me and I immediately rushed over to the window—my jaw dropped. “Witch’s bloom” I muttered under my breath. That had the power to bypass anything once activated. How were there so many of them? Aiden’s door burst open and he rushed out, “what happened? Are you okay?” He asked frantically but I didn’t say a word. My attention was on the figure outside—Arturo.