Blade Of Agony Novels & Stories

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.

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

Eyes blearily see the person who unbelievably dodged that attack, but not that flawless. “Hey… Hey… Hey… was this your ultimate attack? I only felt the itchiness. I can’t feel the pain at all!” he confidently said that, but blood flows nonstop on his limbs. “I only come here to fight the Crimson Blade! That poor girl also lost her sense of pain. We’re the same! I can’t wait to see her then feel the ecstasy of gaining back that long lost feeling, ahh~ while she was slicing me with that famous black katana of hers, haah~ that heavenly feeling.” The air around this masochist were fluffy like a teenage girl in love, but his face soon turned dark. “However… you waste my precious time!” eye moves

When it manages to dig an elbow into the wound it created with its bite on my waist, pain ricochets down my spine, and everything goes blurry for a moment as my body briefly sinks into shock. In that moment of weakness, I can’t fend off the creature as it manages to spot my foxglove-spelled switchblade that was just visible in one of my concealed pockets. I’d had it at the ready to take out Liminal Kaelith Argon, but all at once, the foxglove-spelled switchblade penetrates my chest, aiming for my heart. I can’t stop the cry that escapes my lips when the fire-like agony explodes across my body. My veins bulge and thicken beneath my skin with a sensation like a thousand needles pricking every

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.

Rage exploded inside me, over my dead body! A movement flashed from the corner of my vision; because I was distracted, I caught the move late; a hidden assassin emerged from the shadows. The blade in his hand glowed silver to stab me. I twisted around, but I was not fast enough. Pain exploded through my side. The silver blade plunged beneath my ribs, my roar shook the valley, and the assassin smiled. He didn’t look like a part of the Forgotten.