Blood Swords Novels & Stories

"Hold the line!" Zachery roared furiously, swinging his broadsword through a northern rebel's chest. ​The iron blade sliced through thick bone and frozen leather with ease and blood sprayed flimsily across Zachery's freezing face. The Northern Blood Plains were a bloodbath. Freezing wind whipped violently around the fighting soldiers, blinding them with thick snow.

But his eyes still watched everything. Before us, on his knees and bound in silver restraints, was the fallen Alpha of Duskfall. His chest was still bleeding sluggishly, the venom from Raven’s blade clearly doing its work. Raven had said it was coated in Alpha Silver, which was rare, toxic, and slow-burning. He wasn’t healing. Not properly. I leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on the fool who thought he could challenge me in my own territory. “Why?” I asked calmly. My voice echoed through the stone hall, calm but laced with steel. “Why the ambush?”

Their eyes widened for the first time in their lives. Finally, the Heavenly Sword Of Destruction and Heavens Domineering Saber Script had their face-off! Broom! The sky and land started to shake vigorously, and the wind began to blow furiously. It was as if the end of the world had arrived. The moment the Heaven Sword Of Destruction and the Heavens Domineering Saber Script collided with one another, the entire sky became filled with white light that was blinding. No one was able to see who had emerged victorious.

I cry out and barrel toward the dark soldiers that stand between me and Aodh. Aodh stood behind his soldiers waiting as if he had all the time in the world. The swords in my hand glinted with the reflection of the light that struck around us. The inscriptions on my blades began to glow adding a hue of green to the orange, making them appear as if they had come alive and had a mind of their own. I let out a howl full of emotions, a call to those who could hear. That I would avenge the kingdoms, the shifters of this realm, that I would end the carnage and suffering Aodh had brought with him.

"This is the legendary Crimson Blood Sword from the reign of the Blood Emperor. Although its grade isn't quite at disaster rank, it can drain the blood of living beings to refill its owner's power. When a specific number of lives have been sacrificed, the blade itself can evolve to the Disaster rank." The Count elaborated. His eyes were drawn to the weapon. "With its blood-stealing qualities, it may be stated that this is an ideal blade for somebody who lives on the battlefield." I was taken aback. The name of the sword differed from what the system displayed. Wait a second... Did this auction house just give it a random name because they didn't know what it was? I chuckled. "The Crimson Blo

"Step into the circle, Southern rat." Lucas Reed spat on the stone floor of the arena. He didn't look like a man about to fight. He looked like a man about to slaughter a pig. He rolled his shoulders, the heavy steel of his pauldrons clanking. In his right hand, a broadsword caught the grey light filtering through the cathedral’s high, shattered windows. The blade was dark. Not from blood. From a dull, oily sheen that didn't belong on a clean weapon.

Blood at his thigh. “I gave you mercy,” he spat. “You gave me grief,” she replied. “You were born from ruin.” “No,” she said, drawing her blade. “I was born to end it.” The Final Fight They circled. He struck first—fast despite the limp. She bled. She smiled through it. He grabbed her hair. She broke his knee. He laughed through the pain. “You’re just like her.” “I’m worse.” The blade sank into his chest. He didn’t fall.

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.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.