Blade Of Agony の小説・ストーリー

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.

The silver blade, a weapon specifically designed to harm vampires, began to glow faintly as it pierced his flesh. The hysterical battle cries, and the clash of magic and steel, all faded into a faint roar. Her focus narrowed solely on Lord Draven who has his splitting with pain and surprise. Lord Draven stumbled back, a hand clutching his chest. A horrified gasp escaped River’s lips while her entire blood ran cold. She could feel the blood draining from her own face. In Lord Draven’s chest was a small silver dagger protruding, its hilt clutched tightly in Leo's trembling hand.

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.”

“It has to be silver!” “Noted,” Zero bit out, firing again. This time, the creature flinched, a sizzling sound erupting from the wound. “Seems they don’t like it up close either!” He was already moving, a blur of motion as he drew a blade from his vest—a blade I now saw was etched with faint, glowing runes. The world erupted into chaos.

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.

I staggered, but I didn’t fall. My blazing hand, pulsing with dark magic, morphed into a sword that sliced through Warren’s face as if his flesh were paper. His scream tore through the battlefield, raw and guttural, as he staggered back. This was not ordinary pain—it was agony incarnate. His body convulsed, a spasm ripping through his chest, and his gaze dropped to the weapon now embedded beneath his ribs. My own blade, soaked in the darkness he had wielded against so many, pulsed with enough power to wound but not to end him. Not yet.

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

The blade gleamed in the flickering light—curved, ceremonial, and unmistakably forged with silver. Arika’s scream was sharp, wordless—and she plunged the knife into Lila’s side. Lila gasped. Pain exploded through her torso as the silver pierced her flesh. Not just pain—fire. The metal burned from the inside, searing through muscle and nerve like molten lead. Her knees buckled. Her lungs refused to breathe. The silver’s effect was immediate and vicious. Her werewolf blood curdled. Her skin turned clammy. She dropped to her knees, clutching her side as the blade withdrew with a slick, wet sound.