Blade And Soul Fanfic Novels & Stories

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

Yun stood opposite them. Elara was holding a blade of silver light. She was furious. “You made me.” Yun nodded. “Yes.” “You took my choice away.” “No.” “You gave me a purpose before I could choose one.” Yun remained silent. Elara raised the blade. “I will never forgive you.” Then she attacked. Yun did not defend herself. The blade pierced her chest. The laboratory screamed. Elara watched the memory in horror. “I killed you…” “No.” Yun looked at her.

"It would have been simpler to lop the heads off of dissenters than take in an outcast and train her to slit throats in the dark." "Careful Lycan Lord." Cassidy's voice was soft, a deadly whisper. "Men tend to look the same in the dark. I'd hate to accidentally slit your pretty throat by mistake."

Chapter 66: Kidnapped The next day started normal—or as normal as things got at BludHeaven now. Elara woke me with a soft kiss—her lips brushing my neck where the golden bite scar still tingled faintly. The bond between us had stabilized overnight—no more pain, no more shimmer—but it hummed steady and warm, like a golden thread woven into my veins. I could feel her emotions brushing mine: love, protectiveness, a quiet defiance against the world outside.

It was an incomplete, temporary mark—the mark Elias was restricted to leaving while his wolf remained unawakened but to Jace, it felt like his very soul had been bound to the blind Alpha forever. Elias immediately began to soothe the fresh, bleeding bite with his tongue, licking Jace’s skin gently, his thumb rubbing soft circles on Jace’s waist. "You're mine," Elias growled softly, his chest rising and falling against Jace’s. "Never tell me another lie. You are mine." Hours later, the storm outside had finally passed, leaving only the soft, rhythmic patter of a cool drizzle against the high stone windows.

Still, the physical pain I felt couldn’t compare to the heartache I felt. The only reason I was getting punished in the middle of a ring was because of the same man I was fighting. The same man that was supposed to be my best friend. We planned how to escape Dante’s control for years, we shared secrets, everything you could think of. But he got himself into some trouble and decided our friendship wasn’t worth Dante’s wrath. I didn’t exactly blame him, but it still hurt. By the time my vision cleared, all I could notice was Dante.

"There is one way." Kael looked up. "What way?" "The Twin Blades can cut more than flesh. They can cut hatred itself." Silence fell. Kael frowned. "You mean..." "They can separate Lucien's soul from the abyss." Hope flickered across Seraphine's face. "But only if he accepts it." Everyone looked toward Lucien. He was barely standing. Darkness covered half his face. His heartbeat was becoming the heartbeat of the abyss once again. The monster inside him laughed. "He will never let go."

He stepped closer to the doctor, "I will have every healer's license revoked. I will burn this building to the ground if I have to." She sighed and turned to her computer. When Blake read the reports, he made a sound, something between a laugh and a sob. His legs gave out. He slid down the wall and sat on the floor, his hands pressed against his chest. His wolf went silent. "There's something else you should know," I said. He looked up at me with hollow eyes. "Elena has already undergone the Soul-Severing Ritual." "No." He shook his head. "No, that's not—"

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

"Whatever. Since you treated me pretty well these past few years, I'll make your death quick. I won't let you die miserably like your sister did." Adrian gripped the silver blade tighter and moved closer, step by deliberate step. The knife in his hand was the same one he'd used to kill me. "Want to know what your sister's final moments looked like?" Adrian's smile twisted into something manic. "Right here in this room. I cut off her limbs one by one so she couldn't shift and run. My brothers stood around watching her struggle, and I've got to say—your sister had guts."