Blade Of Agony Novels & Stories

I staggered, and she was on me again — relentless, merciless. My mate. Every second was agony. Not from the wounds she was inflicting on my body, but from the one she was carving into my soul. “Lyria,” I gasped, ducking another swipe meant for my throat. “You’re stronger than this. You’re stronger than him!” She snarled in response, eyes flashing silver as she lunged again. Her blade caught the side of my torso this time — slicing clean through the leather of my armor and into the flesh beneath. I hissed and stumbled, feeling warm blood soak my side.

The blade catches my forearm instead of my back, but it still burns, the silver edge, biting deep, I grab the man’s wrist before he can pull away, twisting and snapping it cleanly as he drops I straighten, breath steady, six down, six still moving Caden is to my left, handling two at once, the way he always fights, no wasted motion, while the others push the flank back toward the tree line We’re winning, we’re about to be... The pain hits before the sound ever does. Not from the front, or from the men still standing. From behind. Something cold and exact drives between my ribs on the left, angled upward. I look down. The hilt of a blade, silver, my own pack’s design.

Now he was always scolding, showing every indication of contempt and watching her every move with an appraising eye. “So you won’t forgive me?” she asked, giving a callous smile, “You came here just to aggravate me? You think you can scare me?” Her tone had changed. “I am not here to scare, but like I said, just to declare what is about to befall you. What you have committed is a great evil. And that would be paid for in full measure. I will not put up with your madness any longer. You will be relieved of your membership in this clan. For nothing can atone for your sins.” His voice was quiet but fatally sincere.

“Are you sure about that? But are you ready for me, you piece of demon crap?” “So much name calling.” Came a disembodied voice. Sage saw a black void in the corner of the bar. She watched as a person seemed to walk out of it. The next sound that Sage heard was a growl as Buddy tackled her. In his right hand was a blade that had ancient writing on the hilt. She knew that she had to get that blade away from him at any cost. Sage jumped off the floor in one fluid motion meet his first blow with force. She made sure that he landed hard on his knees. That only served to piss him off even more. She knew that she would have to dodge each blow he would deliver.

Aveline pulled away from me holding a malicious smile on her face. Tears rolled down my eyes as I felt like dying inside with the pain. The pain I was feeling was immense. That means the silver blade she had used had something else laced with which was giving me more pain. An agonizing shriek left my mouth when she pulled the blade out of my body which felt like she pulled my soul out of my body.

She staggered backward with a grunt, clutching her belly. But she recovered quickly and came at me again, swinging the blade wildly like a deranged woman. “I’m going to kill you!” I dodged her wild attacks, trying to find a way to pry the knife out of her hand without getting sliced open. The blade still caught my right shoulder, slicing a shallow cut. I winced as blood welled up instantly, but it was nothing compared to the agony ripping through my chest from Jeremiah’s pain. Lena howled inside me and took over.

I think it was time I left him in the past. Mother had a far more sinister plan for Kaden other than just death. She was going to make sure he suffers and beg for death, she even had the perfect weapon to do so. The blade of agon. The blade was crafted more than a thousand years ago by the bones of a very dark witch named Agon. The witch was cursed to death to be in constant agony, even after his death. The blade of Agon is capable of inflicting so much pain to its victim while putting them in a paralyzing state. So they stay in agony while being alive and my dear mother had this blade and intended on using it on that bastard, Kaden.

Torture And Killing Him! Netayam's POV. "Arrrrrgghhh!!" I roared with an overwhelming surge of anger and agony as the sharp blade mercilessly tore through my flesh, leaving behind a trail of searing pain that felt like a thousand fiery needles piercing my back. In that excruciating moment, I had no choice but to release my grip on the Rogue I had been wrestling with. My body convulsed as I plummeted to the unforgiving ground, collapsing onto my trembling knees.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.