Blackwater Blade Novels & Stories

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.”

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

The white dagger is no longer white as it grows darker by the minute, slowly becoming blackened as it sucks Abbie from her hiding place in Laney’s soul. Screams echo around us in the massive hall, wolves fighting vampires, vampires fighting vampires as the chaos and war that I was striving so hard to avoid, something I was foolish enough to think I could ever change or control, rages behind us. My fingers shake as I touch her smooth cheek, the sparks shocking my fingers tips, somehow growing stronger and less faint. I trace down along the line of her jaw, down her pale throat, and find myself at the hilt of the blood blade. The cursed weapon I understand now was the carrier of Abbie's decrep

Then he unsheathed his weapon, a sword unlike any I’d seen before. Its steel was dark, almost black, and from its blade coiled tendrils of smoke, inky and alive, as though it breathed, enchanted, surely. I didn’t know if the others saw what I did, but to my eyes, it pulsed with a forbidden magic. The duel began. Alpha Thorne attacked first, striking with the fury of a pack leader defending his people. His movements were sharp. But Xareth barely lifted his blade. He sidestepped each strike with effortless grace, like a predator toying with prey. His expression never changed, very calm. And that calm was more terrifying than rage.

A sacred blade was placed in his hands. If his soul was still pure, the blade would remain silver. If he was corrupted—if any part of him still belonged to the ancient evil— The blade would turn black. Daniel exhaled slowly. His fingers tightened around the hilt. For a moment, nothing happened. Then— The blade flickered. It pulsed, shifting between silver and black, like it couldn’t decide. The council stiffened. Rigel’s breath caught. “Daniel—” Daniel squeezed the blade harder. “Stay silver.”

“Hold!” The first impact hit like a storm—steel against claw, bone against rage. The ridge exploded in chaos. I drew the blade from my thigh strap, ducked a swing, and drove it through the ribs of the nearest attacker. He didn’t bleed red. His blood was black. Thick. And it hissed when it hit the earth. The smell was unbearable—rot and iron and something that felt like old graves. Kael was in the middle of it, his wolf half-shifted, golden eyes wild. Every movement was precise destruction, every strike a promise.

I I leaned back just in time as the blade whirred past me, barely grazing the tips of my hair. I straightened my back as he attacked me aggressively, swinging the blade left and right, as he kept moving forward. The hilt was red in color while the pommel was round and black in color. On the blade, near the base, I saw an insignia- a skull. “The shadow assassins” I thought as I looked at the sword and the black masked man. He seemed to let out a growl as he lunged at me again. I ducked again and yelled,

He wanted to go after her but he thought it best to let her ease into the discovery. Grey finally had the sword in his hands, he ripped the paper wrap off completely revealing smooth, thin, Blackstone blade with a clean cut single edge sharp enough to tear through air. The opposite side of the blade blunt but jagged sure to pull out flesh with a stab. It was horrid and elegant, a faint glow as It reacted to his touch when he wrapped his hands around the handle. "Nice sword, you cosplay?" Ten asked walking into the sitting area. Clad in a black armless hoodie revealing slender muscular arms over black leggings and comfy looking sneakers.

metal. A blade....? Ezekiel attempted to pick it up, but as his eyes focused on it harder he realized that the handle was smuggled with a slimy cover of black liquid. Fluid that his father demanded his sons never touch. Ezekiel went down onto his hunches once more suffering the bug bites that assaulted his legs and hands and instead of lifting the blade and risk touching the black fluid he lowered his head to the earth and examined the item that seemed so far out of place among the ripped up body parts and moose blood.