Blade Of Agony Novels & Stories

Anyone who dare crosses Zephyr would never end well. With a roar, the blade danced in the air. “No!” Noah recovered just in time to protest, “Zephyr… no! No!!” Before he could finish his sentence, Zephyr’s sword punctured his gut, and with that, a twist of his blade had shredded his bladder. “My… my…” Noah cried out in agony. “How dare you!” a roar came, followed by a wash of energy. Zephyr was shaken, and felt his body get bogged down. The assailant was an Agile, Zephyr thought, remarking they were at least twice as strong. He could not move, Zephyr was trapped. “Ha! Just cause you’re an Agile doesn’t mean jack!” Zephyr yelled.

The two men were the same height, with Ethan slightly taller by an inch. Ethan stared at Lane for a moment, his jaw twitching. “Get out of my face ‘buddy’.” He snarled, flexing his shoulder mucsles. “You have exactly three seconds to do so before I stuff your face with my fist.” Lane grinned, and swung. A scream was torn from Erin’s throat as she watched the scene before her. Obviously expecting the attack, Ethan moved with a speed that belied his height. Lane’s blow went wild, catching him of balance, the unexpected momentum causing him to stumble forward.

Shelby ignored the blinding pain and went at the guy intending to take him unawares, but the guy was aware of her movement and was able to parry her off, but was able to take a lick of his flesh. " You bitch! " Blade growled in. anger looking down on his bleeding thighs in rage. He had not expected the blonde to last this long or get more than one cut at him, but she seems to bet better than he had thought. He charged again, his fury blinded him and made his movements clumsy and careless. This new development gave Shelby the opening she needed and she took it thrusting her sword into his heart. She panted as heavy sweat dripped off his face down his body like a flowing river. With all her mi

He steps in front of me, and now I see it more clearly, it’s long and narrow. “You disobey,” he says. “So you’ll bleed for it.” I brace myself, but don’t flinch. The blade moves quickly, slicing across my forearm. It’s not too deep, but it burns. The silver bites against my skin. I grit my teeth to stop myself from crying out. The pain is awful, but I stay standing. Blood drips to the floor, and he watches it in amusement. “Next,” he mutters before sitting back down. Rael stands, and Riven shakes. He doesn’t move other than to stand. “Crawl to me,” he says before sitting again.

one bound to a chair while the other to one of the basement pillars. Trust Blade to totally design their bodies with marks and as expected, they were bleeding. I didn't want to ask them any questions first till Blade destroyed his whip made of barbed wire on them. "We....we are from..." The one tied to the pillar started to talk. He was put in a position where his back was resting on the pillar. Bishop punched him hard on the face making him spit out blood from his mouth. "Mothers of Agony...." He said in a rush.

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.

The heavy silver blade sliced through the noon air, stopping a mere millimeter from Tatsumi’s exposed, trembling neck. Storm’s chest heaved violently, his large hand trembling so hard the leather hilt of the executioner's sword creaked under his white-knuckled grip. The deafening, bloodthirsty roars of the crowd blurred into a chaotic, dizzying static in his ears. Deep within his chest, his inner wolf was clawing at his ribs, howling in absolute agony, begging him to drop the weapon.

Lucian briefly answered, withholding some information. "Why is he not healing? I need to fully know what happened to him do I can know which treatment I'd give him" Chris instructed sternly. Lucian hesitated for a while, thinking whether to tell him or not. Then he looked at the two nurses who were quick to get the memo and they left. "What was he stabbed with?" Chris pried further. "An enchanted silver dagger" Lucian divulged, earning a gasp from Chris. "That's bad, really bad." Chris chanted, his face showing his worry.

I’m still having some fun and unleashing all of my repressed fucking rage on them. I stride over to my table of toys. I scan over all the different torture devices as if I were a young kid at a candy store. My eyes widen with a sense of glee as wave my hand over the various whips, blades, saws, and a large bottle of wolfsbane. Don’t want these lower life forms to heal too quickly. My hand stops over a large silver blade. This is a nice blade- nine inches of pure silver, with a serrated edge and sharp point, perfect for fileting meat. With werewolves, we can heal from silver, but if infused with wolfsbane, scars will be left. I think this is an experience Justin should remember…for however lo

My eyes remained riveted to the tableau of torment before me – my blade embedded halfway into Raffaele's hand. Crimson fluid spilled, a macabre tableau that failed to solicit even an iota of concern from me. Such trifles paled in comparison to my objectives. "Do you comprehend my affinity for this blade?" I inquired with a sinister grin. "It specializes in agony – an exquisite suffering. Your hand must feel as if it's on the precipice of disintegration, am I right?" A strangled cry escaped Raffaele's lips as I subjected him to another twist of the knife. The sound of flesh yielding, bones fracturing, amalgamated into a grotesque cacophony.