Bayek's Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

Each step echoed, a hollow drumbeat that seemed to awaken the shadows lying dormant. Aria’s hand brushed along the walls, tracing the faint glow of runes that flared briefly under her touch. They pulsed like a heartbeat, guiding her deeper. She could feel the presence before she saw it — a flicker at the edge of perception, whispers curling in the corners of her mind. Kael’s sword was drawn, its edge catching the pale torchlight. “Stay close,” he warned. His words were steady, but the tension in his voice betrayed the fear he refused to show.

“That’s impossible. No one’s ever found it. It’s just a legend.” “It’s real,” his father said. “I’ve seen the maps. They’re hidden in the old Shadow Keeper sanctuary—deep beneath Mount Aethel. But you have to hurry. The Void Queen will be looking for the Blade of Annihilation, and when she finds it’s gone… she’ll come for you, Cole. For your power.” Cole stood, his mind made up. “Then we leave at dawn,” he said. “Jade, you’ll come with me. Lila, you’ll stay here with Elara and the survivors—protect them, and hide the Blade where no one can find it.”

Becky didn’t hesitate her blade sang, slicing clean through its throat. Then hell broke loose. Wolves came pouring from the trees. Witches chanted from the dark, slamming magic into our shields. Candy screamed something joyful as she fired her launcher. Cassie was a ghost silent, deadly. And Becky Becky was a force. A hurricane of silver steel and hybrid rage. But then she stopped. Froze. Just for a second. I saw her lips move. “Little hybrid…” I tackled her sideways just as a bolt of dark magic blew apart the earth where she’d been.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

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.”

Now, she stood firm, a warm, unbending wall at Talia’s back. "The blade," A gray-haired Elder demanded. His voice was dry as dust. He extended a hand, palm up. Talia didn’t hand it over gently. She unclipped the sheath and slammed the dagger onto the black obsidian table. The metal rang out, a harsh challenge. With a quick flick of her thumb, she slid the narrow back plate free. Inside, the hidden metal insert caught the torchlight. It wasn't just a piece of steel; it was a complex lattice of engravings, fine lines intersecting like a river map, culminating in a precise, microscopic cross at the center.

“What are you doing with Chloe?“ “Nothing much, just waiting till whenever she fully manifested!“ “Now enough of the talks, let's get to business!“ He said as an invisible blade suddenly appeared in his hand! “Fuck, where did you get this blade?“ “From you!“ He joked as he launched an attack at him. He dodge the blade as he hits Caleb with his punch. He slides his blade to him but he bends low, hardly dodging the blade and teleports to his back and hits him with his leg. Caleb staggered and groaned in fury and launched towards him in aggression. “You think she is the Light bearer don't you?“ Kyle taunts buying himself time, to regain stamina. “No I don't think, I know she is the one!“ He sai

“But far more organized than ordinary rogues.” A howl suddenly split through the storm outside. Not a normal wolf howl. This one sounded savage. Unstable. Predatory in the worst possible way. Lyra felt chills crawl violently across her skin. Kael released her carefully and moved toward the wall near the fireplace. He pressed something hidden into the stone, and instantly a concealed compartment slid open. Inside rested several weapons. Including a black blade glowing faintly silver beneath the darkness. Lyra stared in shock. Kael grabbed the weapon smoothly.

Was this a secret of theirs that Julia was aware of? Something wasn’t right. “Zahra, Beck—” I started, but I didn’t get to finish. Because the shadows attacked. One of the shadowed figures lunged at Beck. He dodged, pulling out his blade, but the moment his weapon made contact, the figure melted into smoke, then reformed behind him. These ones seemed more stronger than the ones I fought because I could land a hit or is there a trick to it? “What the hell?!” Beck cursed, swinging again. But it was like fighting air.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”