Awaken Astral Blade Review Novels & Stories

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!

Then he himself will be either killed or forever exiled from his family. Things aren’t meant to be like this. Then, he opens his eyes. And pulls the trigger. --- SOoooooo the book is finished! This was Part I of the Games We Play series; ACT I: Awakening. I will post information about the second part, which will be a separate story, in the next chapter tomorrow, and then some links where you can get the ebook/paperback if you'd like on a****n the day after that! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed :) xoxo, Ronnie

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

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.

His name sent a chill down my spine, not from fear because Kael wasn’t cruel, but from awe. He was towering, with shoulders broad enough to block out the moonlight and eyes that gleamed silver like a wolf mid-hunt. His long dark hair was tied back, and jagged scars traced his knuckles, proof of every battle he had walked away from. He was standing beside my sister, the two of them looked like they belonged in ancient paintings. They looked strong, noble and unshakeable. And then there was me. The sister hidden in the kitchen smoke. I poured a goblet of mead for a group of warriors, my fingers went stiff. One of them chuckled, and I froze.

“The Knife of the Heavens.” The words sent a sharp, cold chill down Daniel’s spine. His head snapped up just as the elder reached beneath his robe and unsheathed a blade unlike anything he had ever seen. The celestial blade shimmered like molten gold, pulsing with divine energy. The moment it was drawn, Daniel felt it in his soul. This was no ordinary weapon. This was something crafted to kill things like him. “A death by this blade will sever his existence completely,” the elder stated. “No rebirths. No resurrections. No cycles. If we strike now, the entity will be erased forever.”