Blade Of The Immortal Novels & Stories

This palm was so huge it dwarfed common universes in size and as it collided with the structure that was nothing compared to the palm's colossal bulk, the shield with shining bright symbols along the establishment it protected was bulldozed into flat land once more. The defending team wishes to dodge but found their inability to do so as the man's palm did not wish for stragglers to run about, the group of immortals can only take the power head on and they uncorked their most durable defense magic and spells but was proven ineffectual as the palm swallowed them whole and turned them into fertilizer for the newly renovated landmark. When the man was about to continue his renovation of the cla

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.

Seraphina breathed, her voice cracking as she took a sudden, unstable step toward the base of the stairs. I stood there, the hot, stinging tears finally spilling over my eyelashes to track wet, burning paths down my cold cheeks. My hands were shaking so violently I had to let go of the steel railing, my chest heaving with a deep, suffocating sorrow that felt like a physical weight crushing my heart to dust. I looked down at her, seeing the ancient, immortal woman who had promised me protection, authority, and an unyielding devotion, only to realize I was nothing more than a temporary placeholder compared to the man from the 1700s.

Okay, how dangerous is this Nora for Diane to warn me about her so intensely, well, I guess I will soon find out huh. “ You don't need to worry about me sister, I'm not a child, and I'm definitely not dying by the hand of a darkwood, I don't care if she is a knife, I am a Blade and I will not lose,” I said. “Ohh, really, well, it's nice to see you remember who you are.” “ I never forgot Diane, I am Blade and that won't ever change and as for Nora, I will handle her, so mind your business and also stop pissing off Sophie,” I said.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

The truth is that I carried the swords and spears with me all along, and they were all under an illusion spell that made them invisible I grinned as I swung an invisible blade and cut his neck in one fell swoop while he stared at me with a somewhat panicked expression His head rolled on the floor and blood gushed out, for the sake of not getting stained by that filth’s blood I was covering myself inside a force filed that would repel anything that touches it sideways

However, he came forward to kill Andrius while the rest hid in the void to prevent Andrius and Aria from escaping. Now that things had come to this point, they could not stand idly by. “Good!” Blade stabilized his injuries and gritted his teeth. “Let’s break open this shell and kill the two inside!” As the envoy of an Immortal Lord, he could not believe he had been injured by two juniors in the High Immortal stage. It was a blatant disgrace and humiliation. “Don’t hold back!”

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

And left without lids with which to blink, he knew he would go blind long before death would take him. Then Cynth had displayed his own level of abomination. From his hands fire, black as night, spewed and where they burned, blades grew. The battle changed after that. Night fell, and in the darkness the incarnate evaded each blow as if he feared one strike would kill him. But it took more strikes than he could count before Cynth’s victory came within grasp.

“You wouldn’t.” The First Immortal smiled faintly. “Oh, I would.” Seraphine watched as the threads slowly gathered together. Forming a single glowing object. A weapon. A blade made entirely of cosmic energy. The light from it was blinding. The silver guardian gasped. “The Blade of Origin…” Rowan blinked. “That sounds expensive.” The First Immortal lifted the weapon carefully. “For millions of years this blade has remained within the throne.” He turned toward Seraphine. “It is the only weapon ever created that can cut the threads of fate.”