Blade And Soul Unrivaled Novels & Stories

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

No way in hell was I not going to take offense to him calling me that even if he didn't outright say it. I wasn't really pissed about the fact that he lied to me about the number of items he slipped into the bleached guy's pocket or that he doesn't trust me but the fact that he insulted my character by calling me a blabbermouth was vexing. I wouldn't be in the position I was now by being loose-lipped, then he would have found out that I had gone back to do a thorough check-up on Dickson - though bleached guy suited him better - after we had initially left and found out he had also slipped in EULS device which the master had ordered me to leave.

"You want control." "It doesn't matter what the fuck I want" he growled as he suddenly advanced toward me. I backed against the van, my hands restrained behind my back. He slammed his hand against the van beside my head as he lowered his face inches from mine. "I will have control at Heaven's Reign Cult. I will be closer to God, and you will obey me." Though I trembled inside, I forced my voice to sound strong. "You know me well enough to know that's a joke."

Blade raised his hands in the air, flexed and screamed, "Aarrrgghh!" "Argh indeed," River thought to himself. "Argh indeed." How he was going to beat that, he didn't know, but he'd have to find a way. HIs eyes went to Ellie, and even at this distance, he could tell she was shocked--and appalled. Blade couldn't win this contest, no matter what. River had to make sure of that, and he'd do everything he could to beat this guy, fair and square, and claim the hand of the lovely Luna, saving her from a life full of misery with Blade.

Even Rendok, who had commanded the attack, stood frozen, his conviction destroyed, his mind grappling with the reality of their defeat. Blaze lowered his hands, his expression cold and unyielding. He was a force of nature, capable of decimating even the mightiest of foes without breaking a sweat. As Blaze stood amidst the carnage, suddenly Rendok pulled out a silver knife, lunging at Blaze from behind. Blaze, sensing the attack at the last moment, spun around, but not quickly enough. The knife stabbed through his palm, the blade emerging on the other side. Blood spurted from the wound. Gasps echoed through the crowd, faces paling at the sight of Blaze's blood.

His blade radiated with an otherworldly light, allowing him to strike from unexpected angles and pierce even the most formidable armor. The harmony of their abilities was a testament to the depth of their bond. Elysia's elemental onslaught set the stage for Soraya's electrifying follow-ups, while Arinna's entangling nature magic created opportunities for Kael's precision strikes. They moved as one, their actions guided by instinct and honed through countless battles.

Gavin unleashed everything he had, pushing his divine ability—Rending Wind Blades—to its limit. Countless blades crashed down on Lawrence in a relentless barrage. With Lawrence's stamina and spiritual energy nearly depleted, it looked like he had no way to withstand the attack. Glancing upward at Gavin, he tightened his grip on the Sovereign Silver Spear. Then, he swept it in a wide arc and shouted, "Break it!" A torrent of power burst out and met the descending wind blades head-on. Piercing explosions followed as the spear force filled the sky, breaking them apart one after another before driving straight into Gavin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the undefeated, the untouchable, the one only. LUNA GHOST!" The roar that followed shook the walls. I stepped through the cage door. No mask anymore. That was done. Everyone here knew exactly who I was. Aurelia Veythorne. Luna Ghost. Valtherion Ashvane's mate. The girl who was supposed to be defective. There was nothing on my neck for them to see above the collar of my fight suit. I didn't bother hiding anything. Let them look. Blade was already in the cage. Massive. Arms like tree trunks, a jaw that looked like it had been carved from granite.

Not with Nova and Isla behind me, not with Blade at my side. Blade’s strikes were brutal, calculated, forcing it to split its focus. Every time it committed to one attack, we met it with another. I could see the frustration building—an unfamiliar expression for something that seemed unstoppable. And then, the first real opening appeared. Its arm overshot, leaving its side exposed. I drove my knife deep, twisting, and felt resistance give way. A hiss, a howl of fury—but it staggered. Nova gasped, clutching Isla tighter.