Novel & Cerita Blade Of The Immortal

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!"

I whispered, kneeling by the river and trailing my fingers along the water's surface. “ You just couldn’t stay dead, could you?” I opened my satchel and pulled out the obsidian dagger. Hand-forged, energy-conductive and lethal even to immortals. The blade gleamed under the moonlight. This wasn’t for stabbing. Not yet. If I stab her, she’s not here for me to eat.

After saying that, the Devouring Ape took out its weapon, a huge saber. The saber was blood red with many lines engraved on it, which looked like some exotic beast. “This saber is called the Immortal Slayer, and anyone who dies under this blade, whether human or exotic beast, will have their soul imprisoned in this saber forever. The patterns on this saber are the exotic beasts that fell under this blade.” Holding the Immortal Slayer in his hand, the Devouring Ape's aura suddenly changed. It was just pressure before but was replaced by a shocking killing intent now.

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

If that’s true then it’s a bit unfair for the other immortals. “What are they holding?” I asked when I saw some radial metal blades on both of their hands, they were about more than twenty in numbers holding the same thing. “It was a human-made weapon, it has the capability to kill immortals.” He briefly explained. “I’m not just a normal immortal Lucien, let me remind you of that,” I replied and was about to jump off when he hold me tightly again.

the kid was serious. ****** Rick My brother and I decided to take up a secret mission Cayden and Omri cooked up, and Toffe was in on it as we were reporting directly to him. It amazes me that he was in Oceania and we could still link him, Toffe gave us our coordinates on where to locate the immortal blade. Mueller did not know that they were two separate blades because for them to kill an immortal, the blades would need to be merged into one. We finally decided to swap out the hunter's blade but didn't know exactly what it looked like to duplicate a copy until Toffe located the sister blade. We found the blade at the top of the ice mountain, it was cold there and we would have frozen to deat

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.