Blade And Soul Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Thank you. I really want to be who I used to be. I can't stand all this werewolf business! I want to reverse everything ... cancel all my relationship with Blaze. Balthier gave a small grin, cheering happily in his heart. The plan was going according to plan, even better. Blaze will soon lose half of his soul ... and hi meaningful source to life. He too will die, from too much depression. There is not a single person ... especially ... who can survive, after being abandoned by half of his soul. I will cancel all of Laila and Blaze's relationship, kill Blaze .... I will get the position of Alpha and also a Luna. Laila .... I'll make you mine in my own way.

In the eighth year of our relationship, I took a silver blade meant for my Alpha, Adrian Blackwood. After confirming that I would survive, he promised me anything I wanted. Everyone expected me to demand the marking ceremony he had postponed for eight years. Instead, I looked at him calmly. “Release me from your claim.” Then I turned and walked away. Adrian only laughed. “She’s desperate for attention. Give her three days. She’ll come crying and beg me to take her back.” But Adrian was wrong. Because I had been reborn. In my previous life, I used the life debt he owed me to force him into the marking ceremony. That night, his first love, Ivy, jumped from a rooftop. Blaming me for Ivy’s suici

The next words got caught in my throat. “About me being your mate?” He said calmly. He somehow was in sync with my thoughts, even though we had known each other for such a short time. I nodded my head. I was still afraid that Blade didn’t feel the same pull towards me. “Do vampires have something like that? Like a soul mate or something?”

Fuck, this can also be blamed on Queenie. "If you don't restrain yourself, you'll die at the hands of a woman sooner or later." Blake rolled his eyes and threw the peeled orange at him. Trevor broke off an orange petal and threw it into his mouth, laughing, "Peony flower dies, it's also good to be a ghost. The two sisters' skills in bed were pretty good. That feeling …” Without waiting for him to finish, Blake punched his shoulder. "I think you're tired of living." After Blake finished speaking, he picked up his jacket and walked out.

“What? You’re serious? That’s… wow.” Blade must have noticed me staring because he excused himself from the small group he was with and walked over. “Hey, Maya,” he said with that calm, easy smile of his. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I laughed, still processing. “Not a ghost ,just… news I didn’t expect. You didn’t tell me!” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Didn’t want to make it a big deal. But yeah… it’s true. Selena’s my mate. Second chance,can you believe that?”

I crossed to the table, picked up a bucket of stagnant water, and without hesitation hurled it into Blade's face. He jolted, sputtering, water streaming down the ridges of his broken skin. "Bastard...." "Quiet," I hissed, crouching in front of him. "You should've been gone by now. Instead, you're here rotting like a fool. What the fuck happened?" Blade coughed, blood threading his spit. "She wasn't alone. She had friends. Then the Alphas showed up. You didn't tell me she was their mate." His voice cracked, but the accusation was quick.

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 saw her father’s dead face, I saw Yelena’s eyes glassy with tears as Rhea was the last thing she saw before she died. I saw Ronan's shocked face as she hit him with the truck. All of it was playing in a loop, a chaotic , screaming loop in a prison in her mind. Through the mate bond she had forced on me, I could feel every single ounce of her terror. “You wanted me to be a rogue,” I whispered, my voice. “Do live like me, this is how it's meant to be, you with me for eternity.” My wolf lunged, sinking its massive jaws directly into her mental projection.

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.

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.