Blackwater Blade Novels & Stories

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

The silver blade of the "System Dagger" did not draw blood when it struck Kaelen; it drew "Static." The moment the tip of the weapon made contact with the boy’s chest, the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep exploded in a flurry of grey, redacted pixels. Kaelen let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand glass bells shattering, but his body didn't fall. It "Lacked."

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.”

For the Ebony Panther King was already on his way here. “Wing Augmented Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King” Mane swung the sword with all his strength. The stone sword hummed strongly, glowing with a beautiful green light. The winds of change mingled happily with destructive lightning and created a greater output of power than either was capable of individually. For a second it looked like it was going to break. But it stood firm, handling the destructive energy of the Bloodied Blade technique before handing it over to something else – the crystal clad abdomen of the White Fox.

Fate had delivered his moment. He turned, leaving Aliyah with his assassins and walked forward, slowly and confidently. His black ring shimmered. He touched it, and from the void, a blade formed. Not a normal blade, it has no steel, no edge to be seen. It was a shadow given form, its surface rippling like smoke caught in a storm. It pulsed with an otherworldly weight, a weapon meant for one purpose only. A blade to be wielded once… then vanish forever.

"Do it, you bastard...history might laud you...but some know the truth, and your memory is black." Nathaniel felt a chill surround him, and his face became blank as the blade vanished through the skin and was torn across with such force the head was almost severed, falling backwards to expose the vessels and withered muscle. Blake continued to laugh before death slowly overtook him, lasting longer with the beast within him. But the pain remained absent. Just a strange sensation as his blood flowed and his heart weakened. Then there was darkness, sweet relief until his soul found its place beyond.

Ding Hao crossed the magic saber against the rusted sword above his head in the void. Boom! The void shook violently. There was a sound of a collision. The next moment, a giant black blade with a length of 100 meters suddenly appeared in the rippling void. No one knew what the black demonic blade was made of. It was dark like a black hole, even light would be distorted when passing by it. The surrounding space trembled slowly like running water, causing ripples. But right at this moment, the magic blade and the rusted sword blocked the blade. If it was any longer, the giant black blade could cut the whole North Peak into pieces.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

He jerks, a pained cry escaping his lips before he stumbles forward off the stairs and falls face first at my feet, right on top of the knife he’d just been holding to my throat. I look up at the stairs. A man dressed in black, his face shielded by a hood, is holding a sword that looks like it’s made of night. The blade is black–the sucking, depthless kind of black I’ve never been able to recreate in my paintings, and the handle is woven with gems of deep blue and purple. The blade is coated with the Magpie’s blood as the man takes another step down into the cellar, then another, then he stops.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.