Novel & Cerita Blade Of Oppressed Souls

"You will undo everything you've done to yourself, Sophia. Or so help me, if you go feral, I will kill you with my bare hands" ******************************************

The Blade destroyed the stone, and spirit in the wake of its rage as it answered the call of its only master as it flew into the rubble destroying the stone that enveloped him. Rio looked on in shock to see the display of power from the blade, snapping out of his shock. He sprinted towards the Crystal Monoliths and absorbed its mana to fire a seemingly endless stream of blades towards the Knight Lord, the Blade retaliating by firing several bolts of lighting that erased Rio's blades from existence. The dark mist began to surround the knight lord as a dark voice began to chant, the souls around them began to whisper a chant that no mortal soul should ever hear. The Blade that defied the gods,

He switched it on and smiled at the blue flame and walked over to the axe lying on the surface. Alejandro’s screams filled the warehouse but Gage wasn’t worried. He worked calmly and heated the blade of the axe. When it glowed, he walked over to Alejandro and pressed the hot metal against his groin, cauterizing the wound. The metal hissed against the blood and flesh and Alejandro’s screams reached new heights. Anya was biting her lower lip as she watched them and the light in her eyes had Gage’s cock hardening again. The axe clattered to the floor and Gage gripped Alejandro’s hair painfully. “You hurt her, carved your fucking initials into her flesh. You didn’t break her, Alejandro, you made

"Don't be a martyr just for the sake of your husband who sold his soul to hell a long time ago! In your more than a decade together as a wife to him, can you tell me that he was able to make you happy even for one night? Did he not make you cry at least one night? Well, your skin is now far from the smoothness it used to be, Kris!" "Because of your demon husband, as well as your own body, you just let him hurt you! Even your mother who was struggling for her life, he let her die, didn't he? He didn't listen to your plea… so, your mom died! And now… Papa… Margaux… Ludwig… Gwen… they're ashes now because of what your husband did, Kris! Then you still want him to understand that because of his

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

He mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

Back then, I believed her. Now, those words tasted like ash. She not only just used me, she already planned I should be killed after the mission, so that she will take all the glory.. After our chitty conversation we reached the chamber. The chamber pulsed with power and In the center it floated above a black altar, was a sword. Silver hilt. Red flame across the blade. The Soul Blade. Nyra reached for it. Then stopped. "It’s warded. Only the one who regrets most may lift it."

Runes ran along the hilt—half flame, half crescent—and the metal pulsed like it was alive. Racheal stepped closer. The blade sang to her blood. “You feel it, don’t you?” Myra whispered. “It was made for you.” Racheal reached out, fingers hovering over the hilt. “What is it?” Myra exhaled slowly. “It’s called Ashweaver. A soulbound blade. Forged at the end of the Flame Wars by a rogue godsmith. It can kill a vessel of divine blood… but only if wielded by one who shares that blood.”

"I will never let you take over. If you want my body, kill me first." In the heart of a dark dimension, Sylas' spectral form seethed with frustration. He hadn't expected Homer's soul to be this resilient. Even imprisoned, Homer refused to yield. And with Sylas short on time, he could only manipulate Homer's left hand, which Landon had already stopped. Realizing this, Sylas roared. Dark energy surged, forming countless tendrils that merged into a sharp blade aimed at Homer. "Homer, this is the Soul Crusher Edge. I'll give you one last chance. Surrender total control, or I'll pierce your soul and obliterate you!"

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.