Blade Of Agony Novels & Stories

I had a ceramic blade and a decade of repressed, agonizing fury. I lunged out of the alcove, driven by pure survival instinct. I didn't aim for his armored heart; I went for the vulnerable gap at the back of his knee. The razor-sharp ceramic blade slid through the tactical fabric like it was thin silk, severing the tendon. The man buckled with a choked gasp, his scream cut short as Luciano turned with predatory speed and finished him with a single point-blank shot.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

Driven by the fervor of his burning essence and blood, the Chaos Flag's fiery radiance flickered for a fleeting moment before waning. Seizing the opportune moment, Severin maneuvered the Oculus Blade's sword beam and sliced it through the flag's defenses, nearly severing the Ancestora's arm in a single stroke.

I bite back the scream that rakes its way up my throat, my nerves revolting as agony racks my body with my tattered back flat against the ground. The Lions rears back, readying for their next blow, my blood glistening off their razor-sharp claws. I grasp for a blade, the heavy weight settling in my palm just in time—I’ll only have one shot at this. I brace myself for the pain as their claw nears my side. I know I’ll have to drive my dagger as deep as I can in its eye, anything else will mean my death. Hell, this may even be my final moments right here.

June’s blood coats the silver blade dark red. And suddenly I know exactly what I have to do. My breathing turns uneven as I lift the dagger toward my neck. Toward Tanya’s mark. The rotting thing forced into my skin. My jaw clenches so hard it aches when I press the flat of the blood-covered blade directly against it. The burn is instant. White-hot agony tears through my neck so viciously that black spots flash across my vision, but I do not pull away. I hold the blade there harder instead, forcing June’s blood into the poisoned mark while silver scorches my flesh.

Layla’s POV Pain. It came in various forms and textures, and even though I had come in contact with some of them, there was always something new to stumble on. This was what I discovered as the blade pierced through my calf, scraping bone on its way. But that wasn’t all. The feeling of silver in me set off agony of an intensity that I could only liken to Wolfsbane, and as all my nerves lit up I groaned, and the world around me seemed to flash white for an instant, and then red.

THE JOURNEY BEGINS SAGA 11. The Blade Rage VIII: Bucky Drakens vs Crysanta Gore The air around the tavern, The Bitter Sheep was filled with chaos as the fight between the Blade Rage and the Area One Officers only intensified. The long fight had proved to be in the blade rage's favour. The long victorious Area One Officers were being defeated. It was a shock to the attendees of the bitter sheep. There was a total of ten strong fighters in area one, six of which being the strongest were already beaten. From what could be seen, one could tell that the blade rage had the upper hand.

I mutter. I sigh, starting to get irritated when they still haven't answered me. “Jace bring my dagger,” I order, stretching my arms. He quickly brings the dagger, the sharp, shiny blade shining brightly. “W…we are sorry,” they stutter, staring at the blade and shivering. “You should have spoken earlier when I asked,” I mumble, slashing the one at the front with the dagger. He screams out in pain, and the others shuddered. “Now look what you made me do,” I say, staring at the blood gushing out of his wounded arm. The blade of the dagger is made of silver, making the arm of the man sizzle and burn.

Kyle’s POV Blood spurted from torn blood vessels, splattering onto Blade’s face—he was still not satisfied with just one victory. Four more opponents awaited their fate at his hands. One of them attacked from behind, and Blade didn’t have time to dodge. Several bites and scratches landed on him, causing us to stumble. However, he got back up and retaliated with a barrage of attacks. Two rogues fell, and the others fled in a panic. Blade switched places with me, who was staggering with wounds on my chest, back, and arms. I was nearly collapsing to the ground.

He was bleeding profusely, and his body didn't make a slight move on the ground at the time I had satisfied my fury and stopped. I stared at my hands coated in so much blood. My fingers were shaking tremendously. I was nervous, yet... weak. My vision was getting blurry as I dropped to the ground. I wrapped my shaky fingers around the grip of the blade, and pulled it out from my skin. I stared at the blade, trying to study what could be different about it. It was silver coated—intentionally carved to take out a wolf. I struggled on the floor, picking myself up as I tried returning to the temple. Even in my pains and weakness, I could still feel the mate bond—the intense feeling and the inaudi