Bandit's Blood Curved Sword Novels & Stories

I hissed, feeling the searing heat bite into my hand as the cursed substance oozed closer to the hilt. Wenally’s smirk faltered when I didn’t drop the sword. I tightened my grip, ignoring the pain. Jason’s blood was fighting the enchantment, and I could feel it—a quiet, steady resistance pushing back against the corruption. I used her moment of hesitation to my advantage, swinging my blade with all my strength. The edge of my sword caught her armor, slicing through the leather and drawing blood.

He jumped up and slammed his hands against the pummel to drive the sword deeper. Bastion yelped aloud and stumbled backwards. Bloodchild turned to face him. Bastion fell to his knees. Alpha couldn’t stand to see such an honorable Bitten taken down by this coward. “Surely if his armor is enchanted so is that sword.” He rushed Bastion and yanked the sword out and in one fell swoop he thrust the sword deeply into Bloodchild’s chest.

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

“It runs through the veins of the Red Moon pack. It was dormant once but now, it’s awakened. And with it… victory becomes possible.” He stepped closer, his tone dark and reverent. “The cursed blood is a weapon in itself. When it touches steel, it gives birth to wounds no power can heal. It turns metal into ravenous teeth. Dip a blade in it, and it won’t merely cut… it will eat. It will find whatever keeps Lucien immortal… and tear it out, piece by piece… until even the gods remember what it means to bleed.” Mira stared at him, her lips parted, her pulse quickening at the weight of his words.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

As I did this I noticed what is now a red crusty shirt that I was wearing. I probably should find a new one….As I looked around trying to find some kind of fresh clothing, I saw nothing but blood stained shirts…. “Guess I will just have to keep it then..” I mumbled. Then I looked at the main piece of armour the bandit was wearing. It was a kind of fur armour. The fur looked to be switched in the rough shape of a torso and was then held tight by an assortment of leather straps. I got to work quickly trying to undo the amour. There were at least five straps on each side of the body. Each one was done so tight, it took me a little while to undo. As I got to the last two, I heard the sound of a

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”