Blackwater Blade Novels & Stories

Just then, there was a roar in front of them. Omar Pine stumbled back a few steps. In addition to the Water Fire and Fire Swords, he had already displayed the third Blade of Wind. At this time, the blood on the three swords was so thick that it could not be washed away by water. While he was retreating, a cultivator roared and rushed in from the gap. "You damn fellows. It looks like you are tired of living by blocking me here..." Before the murderous cultivator could finish his words, his voice suddenly stopped.

Samson said. He puts his phone on loud speaker and dropped it on the table to have a feel of the Night blade. Samson stood up and he unsheathed the sword right in front of Alicia who gulped. The handle of the long sword was a wooden-medieval gold cabinet but the blade was stark and stoic. It could cut through any metal, alloid or repel steel attacks plus the enchantments being installed made the sword more distopic.. "Boss, the Night blade should be installed into one of the mechanincal bots being structured here at Boneridge."

Aria asked. She was a little sleepy at first, but hearing about the blade technique piqued her interest. "In short, this blade is very powerful. Black Moon is most powerful on the night of a full moon. It can absorb the energy of nature and condense it into a fierce beast. This blade has changed hands many times and was finally obtained by my ancestors. "However, this blade has been stained with too much blood. My ancestors found it very ominous, so they always kept it hidden in a secret chamber.

As they were speaking, a vicious Doom Mantis swung down its massive forearm like a guillotine blade over 1,000 feet long. Killing intent, bloody aura, and demonic energy filled the air, making people tremble with fear. Upon seeing that, Chase instantly released his Greedy Wolf Blade. The blade was 1,000 feet long as well, radiating a shimmering green light with killing intent even more intense than the mantis. It was as if the God of Slaughter had descended.

“Maybe. But you didn’t. And now here we are.” The clearing around us was dead silent, as if even the forest refused to bear witness to what came next. Damon reached into his coat and pulled out a blade—curved, obsidian black, humming with faint energy. “Do you know what this is?” I didn’t answer. “Ancient werewolf iron. Soaked in the blood of an Alpha god.” He raised the blade to my throat, letting it graze my skin. “It’s meant to subdue power like yours. The Luna Star can’t be allowed to run wild, after all.”

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.

He looked at the ginger wolf, then at the moon, then back at the wolf. "No," Black whispered, finding courage where there was none. "No, this is impossible. The ritual... the power is supposed to be mine!" I felt the weight of the small knife in my waistband. I didn't think. I didn't plan. I just reacted. I grabbed the handle, pulled it out, and drove it straight into Black’s thigh. He let out a sharp, choked scream. His grip on my arm broke as he stumbled back, clutching his leg. Blood, dark and thick, began to soak through his expensive ritual pants.

It glowed faintly, the markings along its edge pulsing like embers. Her hands shook violently. “What do I—” “Stab it!” I barked. “In the back. Drive it deep.” Her eyes widened, her whole body trembling. But then her jaw clenched, and she ran forward. “Move your hands!” she shouted at me. “Do it!” The blade came down, glowing crimson as it sank into the thing’s back. The creature let out a howl that made the air vibrate, so high-pitched it made Pelin clutch her ear with her free hand. Black blood sprayed, sizzling against the rug.

Now, its very essence had been lost. Maybe, Caraven had tried to steal it back. He was the only outsider who knew that the lady had the blade in her possession. My mind wandered back to how lifeless the weapon felt in my hands. The hum that usually called to me whenever it was nearby had suddenly gone silent. Like its life had been taken from it and now it was no longer a magical tool. It was just a crafted regular blade. The chess board was starting to fall apart once again. We trudged forward into the dark of the night and only came to a stop directly at the entrance of the tower that was left ajar.