Blade Of Chaos Novels & Stories

The blade glowed with a lethal light, charged with our combined power. Rider Storm’s eyes widened as we approached, the realization of his impending doom dawning on him. “No!” he roared, but it was too late. With a swift, powerful strike, I plunged the blade into his heart. A blinding light erupted from the wound, and Rider Storm let out a final, anguished scream before crumbling to the ground. The silence that followed was deafening. The rogues, sensing their leader’s defeat, scattered into the night. We stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, panting and bloodied but victorious.

I followed him, calling out his name but he didn’t turn around. “You were never the rebound, Xavier. In fact, I lo--” my words were cut off as a car came rushing towards me and I felt my body flying in the air. Everything happened in a fraction of second and I hit the ground with a loud thud. Ow! That hurt! I felt pain shooting right through my head instantly. What the hell just happened? Was I dreaming? I touched my head and looked at my hands through my blurred vision. Blood! Holy fuck!

The fire had been ignited and there was no turning back. “We met again,” he spoke. Amidst the dark skies with only the shine of the lone moon, there spark two of the sharpest blades throughout the entire weapons on the battlefield. The clash of rivals, of luna’s warrior and apollo’s defender. “Shall we now end our long-time dispute, Alfarro?” proudly asked the other man wearing the golden sun crest on his chest. The emblem of Pinansey-angan. “I would gladly hear it from you, Contejo.”

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

His blade radiated with an otherworldly light, allowing him to strike from unexpected angles and pierce even the most formidable armor. The harmony of their abilities was a testament to the depth of their bond. Elysia's elemental onslaught set the stage for Soraya's electrifying follow-ups, while Arinna's entangling nature magic created opportunities for Kael's precision strikes. They moved as one, their actions guided by instinct and honed through countless battles.

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.

I asked. “I will,” Arayen rumbled. “But this is your battle to lead. Show them why you were chosen.” I raised the Blade of Veyra. Its edge burned like a fallen star. Then I ran. Straight into the chaos. They swarmed—dozens of them. Too fast. Too hungry. But I didn’t slow. I swung the blade, and it sang. Where it cut, the shadows disintegrated. I ducked under one wolf’s pounce and drove the blade straight through its heart. It vanished in a burst of black mist, screaming as it went.

The seeds were working together as a team in this battle. Moreover, they had various mystical tools, each powerful on their own. Some were even ultra divine artifacts. Blaze was faced with a hard time due to these tools. Within minutes, he was now the defender instead of the attacker. He had put himself in grave danger. “Attack!” A seed from Lao Mountain saw the opportunity and tried to kill Blaze with his sword. Suddenly, a sword came flying out from the void, killing the person in one slash. It was the Immortal-slaying Sword.

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha