Blade Of The Immortal Novels & Stories

"Noel, you must make haste. You should settle things back in earth, and come back to Ishtiya'. We will wait you there while apprehending the enemy. Noel nodded his head in agreement. Well, looks like the lesson about Mana control will be on next time. *** Ricky Adam split his eyes open. Things were happening too fast that he needed some time to gather himself. Even so, what he knew was that Ricky shielded him from the explosion that flying huge sword made and was now above him, looking warily towards the headless rider. The headless rider suddenly stopped though, or rather, it's being strained by invisible chains after a figure with long, silky, galaxy reflected hair stood with it's back to

Myself, Grey and Kaden asked at the same time. “I thought you said with the plant we could forge a knife out of it?” Kaden asked him. “Yes I said that but the old woman—.” “Again with this old woman. Is what she is saying even correct or authentic?” I cut him off. “Ansel let him speak!” Kaden said, using his Alpha tone on me. “She said–” Scott said while looking at me. “The knife will only work when the blood of three immortals are used to forge the knife.” He said.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

The figure was massive, dressed in an ancient-looking battle suit and brandishing a long sword. The body had half rotted away, yet it still emanated a powerful and insurmountable aura. Nova knew she was up against an extraordinary immortal. She readied herself, gripping her blade as she prepared for a battle with a formidable enemy. An overwhelming force spread out as the zombie immortal's sword radiated with a dark glow. It seemed capable of annihilating everything in its path.

I did, and they continued chanting. “The one who had killed the immortals must be killed.” “Kill the immortal's murderer!!!!!!”

Pale skin, red irises glowing with a sick light as it bleeds from its body, with injuries that couldn't heal, a gift from Kieran's I guess. “Stay back,” I warned, my voice trembling as my fingers finally closed around the cold, thin handle of a scalpel, the Rogue didn't move. It was in its human form from his waist up but stuck in its wolf form waist down. It was a guard I recognized, but now its movements were stiff, like a puppet. He lunged at me, his claws hissed through the air, aiming straight for the center of my chest. I rolled to the side, slamming my shoulders against the edge of Ethan’s bed with a body slamming force.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

he kept on bluffing “Someone must have helped you, I doubt it’s the gods of this realm because they’re not so generous and would rather have you killed than save you. So who was it?” he stopped walking towards marcel at this point as if he knew that something was wrong, he dived to the side immediately as someone sliced the air where he previously stood and brought out a dagger that was very similar to the one in Marcels possession. He looked at his attacker and saw her standing in front of marcel,

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"