Blade Of Oppressed Souls Novels & Stories

"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.

The Armory was unlike anything Avery had ever seen. The chamber stretched wide and endless, its walls lined with racks of obsidian-forged weapons—scythes, glaives, blades with edges so sharp they shimmered like glass. The ceiling was lost in shadow, but faint lights pulsed like dying stars above, giving the room a cavernous, oppressive weight.

I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

The blades drew cuts on his arms, waist, and legs. Raeherys clenched his teeth to endure the stinging pain dealt by the rain, splashing on his open wounds. But he kept on fighting, until his opponent mistook a step, letting Raeherys have his opportunity. He plunged his sharp claws through the chest, pulled out, and swept the enemy aside.

He pressed down painfully hard, my face smashing against the dirt ground. "You have sinned, Stephanie," Drake explained calmly despite my screams. "You have the devil within which we must and will extract." "No!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I watched Ace approach with the stick. He knelt down beside me as his eyes stared down upon me. "Ace please," I cried. "Please listen to me. Don't do this. We can ... " "Lay down your punishment, Ace!" Drake demanded in his monotone voice.

Luther snarled, as it spits curses and slurs towards Accashia. “No!” She clinged to the blade and unsheathed it from the cotton. The Blade was light on her hand and hot against her skin. Suddenly Accashia stiffened when she felt the blade shake and reverberate on her hand. The black blade grew into a black sword and before Luther could move any closer — Accashia pierced his soul. The body laced with maggots and worms falls forward. And as the maggots writhe and burn as it tried to move away from the bones, Accashia pierced the flickering sword again.

I turn and face them all. “Today will go down in history. The fight for Moonlight Cove. The fight for humanity against the usurper Sephone. The siren I once called my sister. May the gods bless us with victory and allow us to send them to hell. For Moonlight Cove.” I raise my spear and howls and shrieks echo around me as I turn and twirl the spear above my head before I slam it down into the ground. “MOVE OUT!” I scream as I grab it up and walk forward towards the treeline. The vibration of feet travels through the earth as I look up as a storm begins to form and I smirk.

Mikael made the same signal for Cameron to see, and the mark on one of the crates. Cameron pulled a switchblade, standing on the thick cables that lead to the lights and severing them swiftly. When he nodded, Mikael did the same, and Nate bent down, arming a small charge, and using a shadow tendril to slide it under the door with force. He moved back from the door, along the wall, and crouched low. The door blew out a moment later, with a loud bang, and enough force to fly several meters across the room.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik