Blade Of Oppressed Souls Novels & Stories

I rotated the blade and carved out a piece of his flesh. One of my men approached me with a cloth to muffle his screams. I know the people around me are getting frustrated with his howls. "No! I want to hear his painful screams then only I will get the peace" I seethed. "You are not doing it right," Miller said with gritted teeth trying to endure the pain. "Yes! You are right!" I removed the blade and threw it on the floor "I am not doing it right. I should cut your arms directly"

A beautiful visage of Freya appears, overlapping the features of her most faithful subject: The bond which bridges your divide, With blood and lust, shall be cast aside; A bond that cannot be remade, Until the blood has been repaid. As soon as I heard the line about her unborn child, I turned to look at Hanson, which was the only reason that I saw that soulmate bond finally break, bringing him to his knees in agony as he screams at the tearing and ripping pain occurring within his chest. With a final look at Jezebel, I see as she grows brighter and brighter with a power and strength not her own until a blast of light throws everyone and anyone far and wide. Werewolves land on witches. Witche

This will be followed by a shortness of breath, and when your blood pressure drops far enough, you'll lose consciousness and eventually die. Thirty minutes have passed and I am bleeding out rapidly, the pain is unbearable but I no longer fight it. I savor it, thinking that this is the last time I will be able to feel pain, sadness, melancholy, or anything at all. I am just so eager to find stillness and infinity. I just want to get to that place where suffering is no longer an issue and people can no longer hurt you. This is my revenge for all the pain. Maybe, just maybe when they find me lying lifeless in a tub full of blood they will finally see what they all have done to me and how much I

Instead of listening, the man angrily lashed out yet again, rushing in the direction of the girl as if he was really going to attack her but unexpectedly switched his movements to the opposite side of the room, scrambling whatever he could get his hands on from the nearby medical cart. “Uncle Max, trust me… you don’t want to do this…” Nate quickly interjected thinking the man was about to aim for either of them. However, the next second he lifted his trembling fingers revealing a small 10 blade scalpel, prepared to press it against his exposed neck, threatening… “You want my blood? I’ll drain every last bit of it if you don’t tell me where my wife is? And let me out of here!” Silly as his de

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

"I had hoped - prayed - you would never need to know of this place. Never need to know of the price that must be paid. But you are my daughter, and blood always calls to blood." A cold shiver ran down Nicola’s spine. "You must understand what this dagger is before you take it. This is no ordinary weapon. It is the Key of Souls - the blade forged in the fires of the first war between gods and beasts. A blade that does not merely cut flesh but severs the tether between body and spirit." Nicola’s fingers clenched around the edge of the notebook. Lucas let out a low curse. “That thing can..” “Kill a soul,” Elias finished grimly. His gaze was locked on the dagger, his jaw tight. “Not just the bod

"Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time." I didn't accept the cup of water. However, Peggy got burned by the hot water in the cup and ended up splashing the water onto my arm. "Oh! It burns…" The hot water scalded Peggy's finger. Vernon hurriedly led her to the tap and placed her finger under the running water. As for me, I was dressed lightly. The hot water had soaked through my chiffon top, scalding my arm instantly. I went to the restroom to handle the burn on my own. Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist.

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

As I got close to Blake's cottage, I activated my X-ray vision and could see him inside, looking out the window as if he was expecting me. Without warning, I burst through the door with my bike and pulled out my blade, ready to defend myself. But as soon as I entered, Blake lunged at me with a fierce intensity. He was clearly prepared for my arrival. I didn't hesitate. I swung my blade with all my might, the weapon dipped in wolf's bane. It connected with Blake's chest, just above his heart, and he fell to the ground with a thud. “Listen to me Blake, wolf's bane is moving slowly toward your heart as we speak. You'll be dead in the next 5 minutes.”

“Kael touched you once, and you carry the imprint of it like a brand. That's not a normal bond response.” “I didn’t choose it,” I repeated. “But it’s real. They all felt it.” His jaw clenched. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” He finally opened the box. Inside was a small obsidian dagger. Ornate, ancient, and glowing faintly along the blade. I took a step back. “This is a Soul-Cleaver,” he said calmly. “Forged during the old wars. Cuts the soul-bond thread between mates. Kills the connection without killing the person.”