Bayek's Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

he asked, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy whisper that sounded entirely hollow. "It's just a tactical blade, Thorne," I replied, my voice modulator throwing back the mechanical rasp, though my hands were secretly trembling behind my back. I quickly slid the weapon into its sheath, hiding it from his sight. "A custom piece I had commissioned through an underground contact. It’s uniquely weighted for low-light execution." Malakai stopped three feet from me. He didn't try to grab me this time. He just stared at the space where the blade had been, his chest rising and falling heavily.

At the same time, his entire body was filled with an explosive energy that emitted a suffocatingly powerful aura! A huge icy-blue Crescent Moon Blade of at least two meters long was placed by the man’s leg and shimmered coldly. Ambrose had a glance at it and was instantly shocked. The Crescent Moon Blade was a Violet Category weapon. “Leader Hidden Dragon, we’ve brought two of them over.” Right at that moment, the Blood Sherlock Four Sisters walked forward and said to the man respectfully. The man was the leader of the Blood Shark Pirates called Hidden Dragon. Hidden Dragon was a gifted cultivator. It was only a pity he was an orphan. He had been bullied since young and was framed for murder

I asked because nothing here is free. “You burned it,” the Beast said. “What you feared most.” It stepped forward, antlers shadowing me like a crown I hadn’t earned. One eye near its jaw opened and looked into my mouth, as if to count the names I refused to say. “One caution,” it added. “The name on the blade is not a leash for her. It is a leash for you.” “I know.” “You do not,” it said, not unkind. “You will.” The seam sealed with a soft hiss. The heat drained from my bones, leaving me lightheaded. I slid the bone blade into the empty scabbard at my hip; the sheath shrank around it like leather remembering an old friend.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

She grips her sword as she runs towards the beast, she slides herself below the monster’s neck and grabs the swinging chains connected to the monster’s neck, she landed straight into its back as she lifts the sword ready to stab the beast. “Liana now!” Maru shouted and pointed the white flame transferring the flame’s energy toward Liana’s sword. The sword was flaming up in white as she deepen the stab on the beast’s nape with such strength creating a strong wind. Liana jumped as she ran back in Maru’s direction. The beast roared for the last time as they watch the white flame enter its body and burst into pieces as it burns into ashes. Liana stared at the sword still flaming up. “It’s so bea

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

It was not war. It was soul. Seren’s hand hesitated. “You’re dying,” she said again. “I’m choosing how,” Kael whispered. “Let me.” He drew his blade, its hilt marked by teeth worn down by generations of warriors. It wasn’t ceremonial. It was real. The blade that had carved through Dustborn at the Hollow War. The blade that had once guarded Seren’s mother. He didn’t wait for permission. Kael sliced his palm open, the wound deep and jagged.

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

She accepted his hand and stepped down. “You must be Sophie.” Alessio said. “I am, and you are?” she asked. “I am Alpha Alessio of the Black Storm Pack.” he replied. “Alpha Alessio, it’s nice to meet you. Forgive me, where is Jay?” she asked. “I will have him meet you in front of the house. This way.” he said as he stood to the side and held his hand out towards the house. He mind linked Jay and told him to meet him and Sophie in front of the house.

I held it, the power humming up my arm. We stood back to back. Béyoncé’s light flared. The battle began. Blades met. Magic flew. Water sprayed. Magic ripples from the blade crashed into shadows. Azelia struck hardest……twin crescents flashing. Kale’s steel is carved through dark forms. I focused on the blade in my hand, channeling the bond. The leader of the cult broke through. He aimed a dagger at Beyonce. I lunged, the blade bright. It took his weapon. The cultist staggered, then dissolved.