Blade And Soul Wind God Novels & Stories

Runes ran along the hilt—half flame, half crescent—and the metal pulsed like it was alive. Racheal stepped closer. The blade sang to her blood. “You feel it, don’t you?” Myra whispered. “It was made for you.” Racheal reached out, fingers hovering over the hilt. “What is it?” Myra exhaled slowly. “It’s called Ashweaver. A soulbound blade. Forged at the end of the Flame Wars by a rogue godsmith. It can kill a vessel of divine blood… but only if wielded by one who shares that blood.”

The golden dragon constantly churned in the angel’s hands. The moment the majestic beast was released from its restraints, it opened its mouth wide and bit the angel. Tyr waved the Celestial Blade in his hand simultaneously. “Binding Soul!” He performed the sixth move from the Seven Blade Forms casually. Initially, this blade technique belonged to the God’s realm. Since Tyr had become a God, he was capable of displaying the full power of the Seven Blade Forms.

And that too shamelessly. But it didn’t matter to him at all. Because they may see but they couldn’t have him. He belonged to Benjamin.. Benjamin looked at the stage where Noah was introducing himself and his generals.. "I am Noah Gabriel . You all can call me Noah. I am your head hazer for this year and these are my four generals. We will begin our activities for this year Sotus. Your name tags, shirts and schedules will be provided tomorrow at 6am sharp. Anyone late will be punished and I don’t give a damn if it’s a girl or a boy. In Engineering, we all are the same.

They each need someone special to show them what love actually is. "You may try," I tell him while trying to remember to breathe. He's one of my toughest battle partners and I can take him easily but it's still a workout. I advance and beat his blade with mine to provoke him. It works and he charges. With a flick of my wrist, his sword flies a few feet away. "Damn. How do you do that every time?"

They were putting their energy on me, and I couldn’t let them down. I spoke louder as the wind continued to force me back until I felt strong arms wrapped around my waist, and my back rested on his hard torso. “Let my strength be your strength, my wolf’s energy be your energy. We are one, in spirits, in life, and in death.” Blade mumbled against my neck, his lips pressing on the area where his mark stood, and it gave me the push I needed to keep going. I chanted loudly as the gusts of wind circled around me. I drew symbols in the dust, and with a final triumphant cry, I thrust my hands up to the heavens, releasing the spell into the break of dawn. “Tria buatur!”

Andrew's blade not only erased the combined attack of the five martial gods in an instant, but it also countered like a high-energy shockwave cutting through everything in its path. After two piercing screams, two martial gods from the three empires exploded midair. The remaining three felt their souls leave their bodies as they spun around and fled for their lives, abandoning both their troops and their allies without hesitation. They bolted back the way they had come, their faces filled with terror as if they had just seen the devil himself.

"It would be cleaner." Olga dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "Poison does not silence legacies. This blade was forged in ritual, blessed by the gods of the moon, designed to cut not just flesh, but spirit. Even an Alpha’s. One strike, and his power and essence will bleed out with his life. There will be nothing left of him for the pack to follow." My hands clenched into fists at my sides. The finality of her words was terrifying. I nodded, but I said nothing.

If you open it, you’ll lose yourself completely. Soren’s blade glowed white-hot, the runes along its edge blazing with divine fire. He looked at Elara — the woman who still believed in him despite everything — and at Kaius — the friend turned enemy who once shared his soul. “Then maybe that’s what it takes,” he whispered. He lifted the blade high. The world seemed to slow. The Boundless One’s hand reached higher, clawing for the mortal plane. And with a cry that split the heavens, Soren drove the sword into the earth.

The wind swept across the plains, stirring the dust between them. Riven took one slow step forward. “If you truly are the Alpha the world fears…” His voice lowered, sharp and deliberate. “…then stop fighting like a soldier.” His gray gaze burned with challenge. “Fight like the god you claim to be.” Another pause. Then his lips curved again with quiet cruelty. “Or perhaps the truth is far simpler.” He tilted his head slightly. “The Alpha God of War is nothing more than a title you hide behind.” His voice dropped to a near whisper carried by the wind.

[Spiritual Force: 20] [Abilities](^) - Possession (Lv 2) - Soul devour (Lv 1) - Weak mind blade (Lv 1) - Weak Telepathy (Lv 1) - Appreciation (Lv 1) - Frozen Blacksmithing (Lv 5) ☆ - Ax throw (Lv 2) ☆ [Affinities] (^) - Soul Magic affinity - Mechanical engineering affinity - Frozen blacksmithing affinity ☆ "---" he still couldn't talk, so he went to grab the head that was a couple of meters away, but it turned towards him and bit his hand, bitting out his right thumb. -Oh, you'll regret that you little-before he could finish his thought the same pulling that used the wolf came from the head, it was trying to eat his soul!. -Not this time!- -Soul Devour!- The flame above his neck started to s