Blade Of Agony Novels & Stories

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

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.

But before he could reach me, the blade’s energy surged again, and I was thrown backward, the force slamming me into the stone wall. As I lay there, dazed and gasping for breath, I could feel the blade’s energy resonating with my bond, pulling at it like a riptide. Rigel knelt beside me, his face pale with worry, but I couldn’t focus on his words. All I could see was the blade, still glowing with that ominous red light, and the terrifying realization that it wasn’t just reacting to my bond—it was feeding off it.

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

“The only way to send them where they belong is with Ajax’s blade. The blade will retain their essence and they will only be released where they can do no more harm. Using the blade on everyone individually would have taken too long and allowed too much room for something to go wrong. This way is more...efficient.” “And how do we get them into the blade?” I ask, knowing the answer, but not really wanting to be right. Aggie’s eyes flick to mine for a second and the ‘how the fuck do you think you use a blade’ look on her face confirms my thought, then she looks back at Abernathy and the horn handled blade resting near his hip. “NO! Absolutely not. Are you fucking crazy woman?” Abe roars and tr

The moment the two techniques clashed, his own technique completely failed. Teagan widened his mouth in shock, but he did not have time to do anything else, because the Broken Soul Blade was already in front of him. Yeagen had reacted faster than him, and immediately raised the large sword in his hand to strike at the Broken Soul Blade with all his might, trying to stop its advance.

He wielded a silver-bladed knife, its surface shimmering with an ethereal light. With a roar, he charged towards the Old One, his knife raised high. The battle had begun. Cole moved with a speed and ferocity that Lila had never seen before. He was a whirlwind of strikes and parries, his silver knife flashing in the dim light. The Old One was strong and agile, but Cole was relentless, his determination fueled by his love for Lila and his hatred for the creatures that threatened her. The silver blade seemed to burn the Old One's flesh, causing it to recoil in pain. But it was far from defeated. It lashed out with its claws, tearing at Cole's clothes and drawing blood.

Their blades clashed and danced with one another in what seemed to be an endless waltz of danse macabre as snow began to fall around them, as though the heavens were beginning to mourn for what is to come. And the sound of blades crashing against one another was ringing so loudly in her ears, the winds growing colder in what seemed to be like mounting dread as she found her own strength beginning to leave her the moment his blade had scraped her forearm, then her collar (silver, Aria realized as she bit back a curse, the blade was purely made of silver) whilst her enemy continued to advance in a bitter irony of finding herself in the defensive now compared to how this all began.

I scream with each of his thrusts as he holds onto the angel blade stabbing me through the thigh and holding me to the floor. Black spots invade my vision. Blotting out the world around me. Blaze screams out as my pain and his pain meld together. Once the males realize my pain is Blaze's pain and crippling his ability to really fight back; they stab another knife through my other hand. The angel blade is then pulled free and stabbed through my other thigh.

Black metal. He knelt. Reached for it. The moment his fingers touched the hilt— Agony. A sizzle of fire shot through his palm. He yanked back, teeth bared in a growl. Smoke curled from his fingertips. "What the hell is on this blade?" he hissed. Poison? Dark magic? Both? He didn't wait. His mindlink flared hot, coming out as a roar. Fin: Aeron. I need you. Now. Nova was stabbed and bleeding black. The blade burns me.