Blade And Soul Fanfic Novels & Stories

Unbuttoning her blouse, I unclasp her bra and bring her nipples to my mouth, pulling and sucking hard. “Ash,” she moans out my name in a breathless whisper and wiggles her hips as she pulls her skirt down. My mind goes back to Liam’s face, smiling and happy - before I could even think, I buried myself deep in Fallon. “Ash, wait-” she starts again, but I shut her up with a kiss and flip her onto her stomach. I wrap one hand around her throat and the other around her waist before pounding into her. Why was I feeling so fucking angry? Who Liam’s friends are and who he hangs out with shouldn’t matter to me. It’s not like I’m supposed to be his only friend, right? He was only helping me out with

“I am supposed to save you.” For a while, Blaze just stared at me without any sound, but then he raised his hand. His thumb touched my cheekbone. “It was worth it.” I looked at him too quickly — our faces ended up too close. His breath burned slightly on my lips. I lowered my eyes to his lips, but soon returned them to his dark eyes. Everything was getting thicker. I smelled soap, blood, and him. My heart beat loudly. We swayed somehow—we were almost going to kiss.

Arlene pulled the soul blade from her thigh sheath. The obsidian gleamed red in the fading light. Runes carved into its surface pulsed with dark magic. "I was going to wait," Arlene said, advancing on Jasmina. "Make this clean. Surgical. But you've ruined that plan." She moved fast. Faster than anyone expected. The blade aimed straight for Jasmina's stomach. Lyanna threw herself between them. The soul blade caught her across the ribs instead.

I stabbed him again, the silver fang sinking repeatedly into his neck until my arm ached. My breath came in jagged, and hysterical sobs that tasted like salt, and his blood. “You take!” I screamed, the sound echoing in the echoing. “You all take and take! You take my body, you take my youth, you take my soul and you think you can give me scarps?” I pulled the blade out for the last time, watching his blood ruin his rug, cutting off his thumbs, using it to open his safe, and packing more cash into the bag. I felt a strange,terrifying clarity and peace settle over me.

Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it. Then the Wraith’s clawed hand shot out from the shadows, catching the soul in a violent swipe. It twisted, black smoke enveloping the tether, and Avery felt the pull jerk sharply. The soul screamed—shrill, desperate—and disappeared into the darkness of the Veil, snatched from their grasp. “No!” Avery screamed, falling to their knees, chest heaving. Kael’s scythe flashed, slicing a Wraith in half, sending shards of shadow scattering. “Damn it!” Kael hissed. They lunged forward, cutting a path through the remaining predators, their movements fluid, precise, merciless.

My legs told me to run, but I stayed rooted, caught between fear and fascination. The bike slowed, then stopped just a few feet away. The rider pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark hair. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, jeans torn at the knee. A scar slashed across his jawline, making him look even harder, sharper. “Road’s no place for a girl alone this late,” he said, voice rough like gravel. My pulse jumped. “I’m fine,” I blurted, though the crack in my voice betrayed me. He studied me, eyes sharp and unflinching. “Name’s Blake. You lost?”

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.

They were equal. Here, I felt like they would only listen to me, truly listen, if I had a wolf to back me up. Without it, I would constantly have to rely on someone who had it. In the past, it was dad. With him sick, it was Blaze, the realm’s second most respected alpha. To be respected, to somehow be heard, I had to lean on him. I smiled bitterly at the thought. “Let’s just say it was me,” Blaze said casually after some time. “That after we were confirmed as mates, I followed you in the mortal realm secretly and pursued you.”

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.