Novel & Cerita Blade And Soul Upgrade Emblem

He was 100 years older than him and although they could live close to 1500 years, he was not sure of finding his soul mate. Another growl from his beta caught his attention. All the chiseled muscles of his body were drawn painfully against the skin. His long blonde hair fell in a wild and furious cascade down his back and face. Drops of blood came from the small self-inflicted wounds on his lip. The open mouth releasing every last ounce of breath and the harshly closed eyes made the alpha uneasy.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

For as long as he remained a Blade, he had to respect it or the family would lose its power. The blood of the Blades runs through him and he had thought through overnight, to add a clause that would make both parties win. “Adding to the coat of honour, aside the gun, the knife and the whip, there should be the option of letting go of 80% of one’s net worth.” “Can you explain further?” Rex was confused. Wasn’t letting go of 80% shares equivalent to cutting ties? He was younger than the seniors but the authority of his words couldn’t be denied, as he continued,

Julian promised with a flawless smile. "Seriously, am I adopted?" I groaned inwardly. "There's no way I'm their biological daughter."

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

The hilt was wrapped in obsidian leather, and runes etched into the blade’s spine pulsed with subtle heat. “This was forged from the last branch of the First Tree,” Ysara said. “A weapon meant not to destroy… but to sever corruption. It answers only to the Flamebound Sovereign.” Aria took it, feeling its weight in her hand. It was light—but not fragile. It felt like truth made steel. Behind her, Kael approached, already dressed in armor bearing both the Crescent and Rootbound emblems. His eyes found hers, unwavering. “You’re sure about this?” he asked.

The assailants were further frightened as they watched Bryce's right hand morph to reveal silver colored scaled with sharp claws, increasing its mass by 30%. Emperor Grade! This was the effect of Emperor Grade Battle Souls! They could manifest their Battlesouls, albeit a little, at the beginning of their cultivation while King Grade had to wait till the Overload Realm and common Grade couldn't even hope to see their battle Souls manifest throughout their lives until the Saint Realm, if it were possible to cultivate to that level.

The hall’s howls echoed across valleys, bouncing off cliffs like thunder. I watched Serena’s face lit with resolve, acceptance, power. For a moment I saw the storm inside her. A storm she had harnessed. I felt it too. A blade in my hand is no longer a tool, but a symbol. The bond in our blood is no longer a chain, but a promise. Then came the banner raising. Azelia held the twin‑crescent symbol between two poles. The new assembly’s banner. Runed circles embroidered with silver and violet threads. Serena stood beneath it, the blade at her side. The wolves howled. Flags rose. The storm declared itself.

“But maybe… you can learn.” He extended his hand, palm upward. A swirl of shadow and light formed in the air, solidifying into a training weapon: a smaller scythe, thinner, meant for beginners. Its blade shimmered faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat. “Take it,” Kael said. “You’re not ready for the real thing. But you’ll learn to handle this before the Veil swallows you whole.” Avery stared at the weapon, chest tight. Their hand trembled as they reached out, wrapping their fingers around the cool, weighted handle. The instant they touched it, the sigil flared, threads of energy snapping into the blade.

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)