Blade And Soul Unrivaled Novels & Stories

My entire body tingled with goosebumps. Slash! A cold blade was thrust into my abdomen. My eyes snapped open to land on Sandy’s expressionless face. He rushed towards the exit of the cave but rebounded on reaching the veil of magic. My eyes drifted from him to the dagger that had lodged itself into my flesh. Tears brimmed in my eyes but I blinked them away, ‘ “If you want to get out of here, you have to do way better than this. The place is sealed with my life force and the only way to break it is to kill me.” My lips curved into a weak smile, “You will have to thrust the dagger right into my heart.”

I shook my head, “Nothing. It’s not like I’ll meet with that pureblood again.” “That could work with the vampire, but what about Lucas?” “What about him? He looks happy with his life, surrounded by other women. I don’t care.” -- “Girl, calm down. I’m not built like a warrior, in case you forgot!” Lyle exclaimed, and I immediately halted my attack. We were at the pack territory, sparring to let off some steam. I was supposed to go alone, but she insisted on being on my side. I heaved, realizing what I was doing. I lowered my guard and slumped on the floor. “Sorry. I got carried away.”

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

Her palms burned, sweat already slicking her grip. “Pathetic,” Kael said coolly, his arms crossed. “You’re fighting the weapon instead of commanding it.” Avery growled under her breath, adjusting her stance, remembering how he’d held his blade—balanced, fluid, like it weighed nothing. She tried again as another Shade rushed. This time, she steadied her arms, let the pull of the sigil guide her swing. The scythe’s edge sliced clean through the Shade’s torso, dispersing it in a burst of shadow.

"Lilah is mine." The weight of his claim settled over the room like smoke. The elders exchanged uneasy glances. The runes in the ancient tome still glowed faintly at the edge of the table, binding us to Mirage's rise. Fate-or the appearance of it-was a weapon few dared to contest. And with his calm certainty, Mirage wielded it mercilessly.

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.

They were outside the Packhouse. My eyes sharpened when I saw him—Kaelith Bloodraven. Even under the dim, crimson wash of the moon, he stood out with unsettling clarity. The darkness didn’t obscure him; it framed him. His tall frame was steady and grounded, every inch of him exuding a quiet, suffocating authority that made the space around him feel smaller. He wielded the sword as if it were nothing more than a wooden stick, yet the air told a different story. Each swing cut through the silence with a low, sharp hum, precise and controlled, no wasted motion, no hesitation. It wasn’t practice. It was refinement.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

Stop teasing and give him a weapon already ( with a chuckle) ZINO : Yeah, I’m gonna give him…. First sealing thunder : seal of the almighty : reverse holding – Blade of the divine unbound ( a white portal opens with a blade coming out it’s appearance was quite shiny with bright light being emitted from it) DAVID : Hey buddy, missed me ( taking the blade in hand)…. Be misbehaving ( referring to Zino) ZINO : Still talking ,short stuff?? ( with the group bursting into laughter) David grunts before rushing to join in the fight

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.