Blade Of Oppressed Souls Novels & Stories

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

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.

The witch’s heart ached, knowing the path these children would walk. “They are bound,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “Light and shadow. Creation and destruction.” The flames flared again, revealing an ominous figure cloaked in black, standing at the edge of the battlefield. The witch’s voice trembled. “But only one will survive.” Her voice broke, the weight of the vision pressing heavily on her frail frame. She reached out to steady herself, her fingers brushing the cold stone beside the fire. Suddenly, the wind outside howled, and the flames flickered violently. Shadows twisted and danced along the walls of her hut.

Zane stared at me with his dark eyes which waa emotionless and cruel. I didn't want to die not yet. I didn't want to so I have to try and stay alive. I have to do everything in me I scratched at his face and he threw me on the marble tile and I used my head to hit the tile. I shrieked as I felt the sharp pain followed by blood trickling down my head. I felt like I was being stabbed as the pain ran through my soul and I cried out in pain as blood trickled down my head.

A blade such as that, has no place in the realm of mortals. The Blade of Eternal Light is one of a kind. It was forged and imbued with one purpose and one purpose alone. The ability to separate two souls. When I discovered Alcmene’s curse, this knife was the weapon I used to attempt to put right what she had done. The balance could not be allowed to shift. The Fates would not allow it and because it was my power that she used to create her living puppets, I was held responsible for rectifying the mess.

Hence, that blind arrogance of his provided Tyr with an excellent opportunity to counterattack. The Seventh Blade Form Chaotic Judgment’s main idea was to attack the soul rather than the body. Of course, a soul needed to be judged by the force of chaos. Cacus seemed to notice something was wrong after a few seconds. His purple Fye fire, which was burning in his eyes, kept on floating up as if he was trying to assess the situation on his forehead. A sharp pain struck his brain the next second. The sensation was akin to an average person getting pummeled in the head by a hammer. The explosion went off with a bang.

and the blade used wasn't ordinary" Michael spoke up "What do you mean not ordinary?" "What I mean is, the blade was made by Kono, so it isn't ordinary. It can destroy one's soul and the soul could be lost forever" Michael replied " I recognize the blade, it was used on seraphine too" Nirvana said. " If it can destroy one's soul and I'm Sera, then why am I still alive" " Because you had a strong will back then. The chances of survival is just 5%" Michael said and Nirvana's eyes dilated

Every step Lena took felt heavier, as if unseen hands were pressing down on her shoulders. Cassian and Dorian followed in silence, their expressions grim. Even they didn’t know what this trial entailed. At last, they reached a chamber unlike the others. At the center stood an altar—carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold running through it like lifeblood. Floating above it was a dagger, its blade forged from a material Lena didn’t recognize, its edges glowing with an eerie silver light. Idris moved to stand beside the altar. “This is the Blade of Ancients,” he said. “Forged in the fire of the first Trueborn. It does not spill blood—it takes something far deeper.”

I knew he didn’t want his granddaughter to suffer the fate of many before her, but he had to understand that fate was fate and if the girl was to have any hope of survival, then she would need to be released into her true image. I held the blade over her stomach and plunged it in quickly. It slid in with ease and I felt the energy spring out into the body. I took a deep breath and sent out a prayer before I removed the end of the cloth and grabbed the handle of the blade. I hissed as the burn hit me. Each blade was made in its own bloodline and only that divine warrior could wield it. But this was the only way I could get the connection that I needed. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to b

I could feel the blade in my hand, and I could feel the choice that now belonged to me. I looked at her, peering into her eyes deeply as though I was searching through her soul. A strained breath escaped my lips as I fought against the pull of the oath. I grabbed my right hand that wielded the blade with my left hand, and pulled it down, turning the blade away from her and turning it towards me. I staggered know the ground, taking retreating steps away from Rya. My eyes were still fixed intensely on her when I drove the steel deep into my chest. The pain came in sharp and immediate, but it didn't matter.