Blade Of Immortal Manga Novels & Stories

Boom! Another loud bang could be heard. Imada’s head was slashed all the way down to his lower abdomen by the blade. Imada let out a loud, piercing scream. His massive figure shrank and returned to its original size. A wound appeared on Imada’s chest. It was a horrifying sight to behold, but no blood flowed out of his body. Imada continued to attack after being struck by Tyr’s weapon. Instinctively, he knew that the Celestial Blade posed as a great threat toward him. At the same time, his rage was ignited thanks to the harm the blade had brought to him.

"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.

he bellowed, his words echoing across the battlefield. With a resounding battle cry, the Immortals and Lycans charged forward, their combined strength and powers colliding with the creature. Sparks of magic and the clash of steel filled the night, illuminating the darkness that threatened to consume them. Fleur, her immortal abilities pulsing through her veins, unleashed her gifts upon the creature. She froze the creature, attempting to disorient and weaken it. Zeeb, his lycanthropic nature awakened, transformed into his powerful wolf form, his claws tearing into the creature's flesh.

" Liam pulled out the knife I'd found on the balcony and slowly stalked toward me. I backed away and splashed him with paint. "Don't come any closer! I'll destroy your paintings if you take another step!" Sure enough, he stopped. His eyes turned frosty as he snarled, "I'll destroy you if you touch my paintings." Despite his words, I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook even if I didn't do anything. I threw a bucket full of paraffin oil at him before grabbing a lighter from the drawer. I lit it and threw it at him.

These beasts never attacked immortals I guess, they tried to attack them since they see the immortals as a threat in Eleftheria. If I'm thinking correctly, this is the first line of defense. The magical beasts and monsters here are protecting something...something that immortals need. The relic! Now I understand better. We are on the right track, the closer they will get, the harder it will be. I took my eyes off that and looked ahead. I bent down suddenly because of the branches that almost hit my face. Sushi is doing very dangerous things, but I can understand why he avoids dead bodies on the chin. He's a beast as well and he's not comfortable with it. That's just human, it's uncomfortable

Her longtime target—Lorcán. A calloused hand held her chin. She couldn't rest since her body seemed to be paralyzed, not because of poison, but because of the man's aura. His hand slipped down on her lips and down to her neck. The man's claw tore the flesh on her neck and seemed ready to break her, but Blade, with all her might, grabbed the man's hair and bit him on his neck—like a wild and mad wolf starving for flesh. She also stabbed him with her dagger made of silver in the chest. "Master!"

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

From these minuscule threads, I wove something grander—a hundred blades conjured from their essence. I did it! Raising my hands, I conjured the blades from the ground, as if plucking roots from the soil. The earth and rocks cracked open, yielding forth an arsenal of blades. With a gesture, a torrent of a hundred swords surged toward the unsuspecting foes. This was my reckoning! Despite Kenru and Killan's combined assault, most of Lady Montay's warriors stood resolute, untouched by the chaos they witnessed. They were likely legendary combatants, their might impervious to the combined force of Kenru, Killan, Borracho, and Rouma.

The thoughts… they rumble in my head that there is nothing clear I can open up. “Adira…” I twitched at the soft melodious voice that suddenly rang out in the air. My gaze then starts to meander from side to side in search of whom did that come from. “Come out who you are.” “Adira… you are the blade.” “Who are you?”

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.