Blade And Soul Female Novels & Stories

Benath the strong smell of pine was the faintest whiff of something sweet—vanilla I think. Mix ti together, and it was uniquely her. Fuck. This woman was my mate. I walked towards her, captivated by her scent. Then I heard her. A low growl, followed by the heavy thud of someone hitting the ground. “We must make her ours!” my wolf growled. I clamed down on that feeling, digging my claws into the palm of my hand. “Calm down,” I ordered. I stepped into view and froze. She moved like a weapon—fast, controlled, brutal. A thin black ribbon covered her eyes, but it didn’t seem to matter. Her body knew what it was doing. Every kick, every punch, every twist of her hips was precise. Deadly.

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.

Still, Soless shook her head to dispel the thought—there was no way Caleb would cultivate something so demonic. Looking at Caleb, she said, "I don't think its power, acceleration, or explosiveness is good enough. You're still holding back because your mind isn't strong enough, like you still don't have the resolve to end the world…" A golden scimitar appeared in her palm right then—it was the Skymoon Blade that Jax gave her. Rustle… That was when a terrible aura spread, pressing upon Caleb with the might to bend all things to its will. Shocked, Caleb promptly repelled the aura.

“We couldn’t call it Soul Coupling because it’s not the same ability! We then considered calling it Soul Meld, Soul Sync, or Spirit Embrace, but all three were already taken!” Noah’s expression turned strange. Why did this story make him think of a couple of otakus sitting around a computer trying to play a super popular new MMO but getting stuck on the last step of character creation because they just couldn’t find a good name for their painstakingly created character that wasn’t already taken? (◞‸ლ)

Blade was amused that a single woman managed to take down three grown men, two of whom lay lifeless on the pavement. Tech was captivated. "I am getting more of a Black Widow vibe from her." "I beg you, please don't, ahh," his words were cut short by her digging her knife into his stomach. She stared into his eyes like she dared the man's soul to remain attached to its chosen body. The longer I watched her, the more I felt "Intrigued." She pulled out her phone taking a picture. "Damn, that's tough," Reaper was also impressed.

The soul blade caught her across the ribs instead. She screamed. The blade cuts through flesh and something deeper. Something essential. "Mother!" Damoew struggled to his feet. Arlene kicked Lyanna aside. The older woman hit the ground and didn't get up. Blood pooled beneath her. "Soul blades cut spirit as well as body," Arlene said conversationally. "She'll die slowly. Painfully. Unless someone with healing magic saves her in the next few minutes." "You—" Jasmina started. Arlene lunged again.

The girl expressed her desire for Doll to scream, but she refused to adhere to her whims, staring directly still. She showed no fear, as she sat with composition. "Go ahead! Even if I become blind, I will remember everyone and everything that I love clearly," she spoke in a loud voice. "I am not even scared. Who are you for me to be scared at?" The girl's maniacal face gradually turned angry with Doll's stalwart attitude. "I'm BladeGirl, you scrape!" She removed her hand that was squeezing Doll's face and picked something out from her back. Showing it, she swung a long blade out, and quickly slashes it down to her!

She wanted more, but her body couldn't handle it anymore. The woman is Blade, a promising female warrior in the Greenstone and captain of a squad. She's an omega, but she managed to rise through the ranks with her exceptional talent. However, being one of the strongest still couldn't satisfy her. She's only a big fish in the well, and many are stronger than her outside.

"Yes, Teacher!" Paisley laid out the weapons she had brought. The dark iron tray glowed with the wolves' unique shadow-light—each weapon was imbued with a faint soul energy. She first picked up a long, slender sword. Silver, cloud-like patterns floated on the blade, and the grip was wrapped in deer hide soaked in wolf blood. "Ellen, this 'Clear Wind Wolf Soul Sword' suits you best. When you swing it, it can draw on your pheromones to increase speed. I hope you continue to advance your swordsmanship."