Blackwater Blade Novels & Stories

I stepped into the circle. The geas flared, cold fire lancing up my arm from the brand, but I had learned to ride it, to channel through the pain, to make the Council's leash into my own whip. My blade was obsidian, a weapon of edges and absence, the kind that drank light and returned shadow. It felt right in my hand, the weight of something that had no allegiance to any narrative but my own.

She pointed out but I already knew that so I retorted harshly at her. “Fuck yeah. it is, Fer!” I bawled. “But tell me why the fucking blade still in—” “It’s poisoned!” Feryt cried out now, filling the air with her pain-filled volume. “…Blackened means that the blade has been lined with poison...” She added with a reduced voice as she started to sob shakily.

Every single thing about him became so tough at each touch which Somira gave him. The feeling felt so good on Samira's body as she looked down to his thighs and saw how bulky his package had become, with his balls feeling so soft and full in his pant, as he pressed them on and against her belly button. And before she could say "Jack", he pulled a little ... ripped off his glasses from his eyes... and began to kiss and suck so hard her neck.. like his entire life depended so much on it... leaving Somira recklessly helpless... and almost completely damaged like a wreck.

Blake said, and with a wave of his hand, the head of the smirking man fell to the floor. Fear and hatred were seen in the people around them, not knowing if they would make it out alive or defeat Blake in numbers. Even then, they hesitated until six men in heavy black robes entered and unsheathed their swords with a broad blade known as Takoba Sword. “Still not enough?” Blake said, and with a flick of his hand, the swords that were ready to cleave through him split, and the top of the swords clanged on the wooden floor along with all their heads with their bodied following, making a thumping sound through the building.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

Richard dipped his gaze as the large moths dipped, following their silhouettes as they plumed out and then upward, up, and into the snowy night sky. Black water. Nothing could survive it. All that suffocating dirt and chunks of rubble. Crashing down like that. Nothing. The silt would get into their clothing, Richard knew, weigh them down, drag them under to where black rushing torrents would sweep them downriver, possibly for miles. No one could survive. Not in this cold, in these rapid-moving waters. “Glee . . . shit.”

Luntian walked closer and closer until she was in front of the Mayari Tabbu once again. “Mayari Tabbu, with you I entrust this blade…” She said, “...a Black Blade that remains unknown to how its made.” She handed over the blade that’s covered with a thick wool. “The village Shaman from where Accashia was born kept it hidden. And she used this blade to try to remove the mark from where Accashia was bitten.”

"There was never another plan." They stepped forward at the same time. The Twin Blades rose. Silver and gold light collided with the black lance. The explosion blinded everyone. A shockwave tore across the battlefield. The bridge shattered. The remaining fragments of the trial dissolved into streams of light. When the dust settled... The black lance was gone. Only tiny particles of darkness drifted through the air before disappearing completely. The creature stared in disbelief. "No..." Its voice trembled. "My power..." Kael lowered his sword. "You were wrong."

The long black blade katana reflects the light of the silver moon shone over the open window. A teenage girl in a dark thick cloak, face covered in a black metal mask, and obsidian eyes were ghastly gleaming while staring down at the body of the married couple bathed in their own blood. The fresh red bodily fluid was drastically spurting out on their throat and sliced body.

It was a pair of eyes peering into the back of her head. Everybody got in their fighting stance on top of their bikes. They knew the power of Lisa's intuition. Krisan even pulled out her Dagger, The Dagger's handle was black and had a black golf ball-sized energy core where the handle and the blade met. Curiously, the blade was not metal but pure energy with black vapors coming off of it. The dagger looked evil and ominous; the aura coming off of it made everyone feel a shiver down their spine.