Blade The Blood God Novels & Stories

" She waited, feeling Elena's magic shift, wrapping around her family in a protective cocoon. Then there was an explosion. A wave of heat and energy blasted forward through the door. Sera was sent backwards by the collision, even though the majority of it was caught by her shield. Her ears rang, and her vision blurred as her head struck the wall. Figures emerged through the smoke. Sera's legs refused to comply as she attempted to stand. Concussion, probably. The chains on her wrists seemed suddenly much heavier as her magic reacted slowly. One of the assailants removed his mask and muttered, "Sera Thorne." He was a young vampire, perhaps fifty years old, but she didn't recognize him. "Excell

My legs feel heavy, as if the black earth wants to claim them, pull me down into the same memory it holds of all the others. A wind comes up, shifting ash in slow, eddying spirals. I tighten my cloak around my shoulders and step forward, ignoring the rasp of armor at my joints. I’m not dressed for mourning, but for intimidation: a breastplate chased with gold, the sigil of my House stark on the tabard. Still, there is no one left here to fear me.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

My knees gave out. Above us, the red sky darkened as if the moon itself had turned away. Wolves howled across the battlefield, their connection to me fading like a dying flame. The blade slid free from my chest. Warm blood spilled down my skin and over my hands. I pressed my palm against the wound without thinking, as if pressure alone could force fate to change its mind. Across the ruined ground, Kaelor dragged himself toward me, leaving a trail of blood behind him. “Nyxara,” he kept saying.

He channeled a message to Blake, asking, "Are you okay?" Blake replied solemnly, "It's nothing serious." During the battle, the shockwave from the battle had torn the void apart, but Blake was able to withstand the aftermath by activating his bloodline power. However, the consequences of using that power began to manifest, and his body's spiritual energy was already waning. He did not know if he could avoid danger if he continued to engage in combat, especially as Severin had an elite-quality spiritual treasure.

Worst, it seemed that their numbers were infinite. Blade started moving. In a blink of an eye, the tides turned in their favor. He finally moved and killed our allies one by one. Sometimes he killed two or three at the same time. Blood covered his whole body. He is still in his human form. His eyes bore vengeance and lust for murder. He kills as though he was only dancing to the beat of the music. Truly, he is one powerful wolf. I glanced at our allies. I witnessed them die one by one.

"That blessed silver was a decoy, child. A beautiful, convincing distraction to make Ares believe he'd thwarted your assassination attempt." Behind me, I heard Julius shift, his presence a weight I could feel even without looking. "The true blade is hidden in the old chapel," Father continued, his grip tightening on my hands. "Beneath the altar stone. It was forged from a fallen star and blessed by the blood of the original Alpha line. It requires activation under the Blood Moon with royal blood. One drop is all it takes." "And then?" My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears. "Then it becomes the most lethal weapon in existence. One cut, anywhere on the body, and Ares will cease to exist

I fucking hate the guy, but he doesn’t deserve to die like this. Metal sings as Hannibal turns back to Blake wielding a knife this time and traces it over his forearm. “You’re an odd man, Blake. I haven’t seen one of your kind so strong in… thousands of years, admittedly. The gods would be so jealous of what you can do and see.” He slices through Blake’s shirt, smiling to himself. He draws the tip of the blade over Blake’s forearm until he draws blood, smiling as he says, “I didn’t think you’d bleed red. Oh, it’s a shame, really. To think that I have to wait another generation or two for someone from your line to come into their full powers. You’re still mixed with beast blood. Unclean, we c

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”