Blade Of Agony Novels & Stories

He whirled, instantly shifting into a fighting stance, but one of the attackers had already drawn a weapon—a short blade that gleamed with an unnatural blue light. Silver-infused steel. Everything seemed to slow down. I saw the blade arcing toward Leo's back as he grappled with the first attacker. I saw Enzo's eyes flutter open, confusion and fear crossing his battered face. I saw my own hand reaching out uselessly, too far away to help.

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

"Broken, definitely. Well, I can heal her, she's not too far gone." The voices moved into a murmur, as she lost herself to the pain. She wasn't sure how much time had passed in her agony, but the gentle touch was soon back. "Here girl, this is going to hurt. I will need to help you swallow a potion. It's a foul concoction, but you must swallow all of it. It will be harder with your jaw, and the fact that you have a muzzle, but we will get it in you." He cradled her head, turning her on the firm surface. The pressure on her ribs was miserable, but she steeled herself against it. She had come this far, she could last it out. There was the pop of a vial cork, and fingers pried her muzzle apart.

But if that was the case shouldn't he have felt the mate bond when they held her against her will? That was something to ponder on later one. Agron was distracted and too busy with Eden so he didn’t see me coming. All deities had a weakness and just like mine was obsidian, Agron’s was Erionite and Hades had given me a dagger made purely out of said stone. Without hesitating I plunged the dagger into his mid back causing him to release a roar before falling to the ground. I signaled for Eden to leave which she thankfully did. I withdrew the dagger then using my foot I flipped him making him face upwards.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

And for the first time in a long time, Salvador felt truly alive. At that moment, it felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck Salvador straight through the chest. The surge of happiness he had just experienced only moments ago had turned into something entirely different—something sharp, something unexpected. His body, once strong despite his age, suddenly felt foreign to him. A strange, stabbing sensation spread through his chest, catching him off guard. His grip on the receiver tightened as his heart pounded erratically, as if it were struggling against an unseen force. The room around him began to shift, the once-stable floor beneath his feet seeming to waver. A wave of dizziness washed

Alejandro said as though he was having a normal conversation causing Blade's eyes to widen. Slaughter walked towards Blade, and before Blade could fathom what Slaughter was about to do, he found his thumb in Slaughter's hands, throwing it up and down as though it was some kid's toy. "Argh!!!!" Blade yelped in pain as his blood poured on the floor. His eyes closed as he couldn't stand the sight of his own blood or his thumb in Slaughter's hands looking like some toy. "He is not sharper than my blades," Slaughter confirmed and bowed on the floor before walking out with wishes that he would get called again.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.