Bloodthirsty Blade Novels & Stories

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

Alejandro said as though he was having a normal conversation causing Blade's eyes to widen. Slaughter walked towards Blade, and before Blade could fathom what Slaughter was about to do, he found his thumb in Slaughter's hands, throwing it up and down as though it was some kid's toy. "Argh!!!!" Blade yelped in pain as his blood poured on the floor. His eyes closed as he couldn't stand the sight of his own blood or his thumb in Slaughter's hands looking like some toy. "He is not sharper than my blades," Slaughter confirmed and bowed on the floor before walking out with wishes that he would get called again.

The blade tilted toward Zara. I stepped in front of her without thinking. “Don’t,” I snarled. Voss’s lips curved. “Fascinating. It recognizes hierarchy already.” The blade lunged. It didn’t aim for my heart. It went for my bond. Pain exploded through me, white, searing, intimate. The blade skimmed my chest, carving a sigil into my skin that burned straight through flesh and into spirit. I hit the floor hard, the world shattering into sparks and echoes.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

Vivian looked up at me—tears streaming down her face. "It's never over," she whispered. Then she reached into her coat and pulled out a silver blade. She slashed it toward my throat. --- Everything happened fast. Kael shouted my name. Damon lunged. I threw myself back. The blade caught my arm. Pain exploded through me. I stumbled, blood pouring from the wound. "LILY!" Kael was there, catching me, pressing his hand to the cut. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The battle faded. The screams became distant.

After I state my own claim Mortius nods. “Then we'll proceed,” he says. One of the attendants steps forward. He holds a blade in one of his hands. It isn’t ornate. It isn’t ceremonial in the way I expected. No jewels. No embellishment. Just steel. Old and worn from ages of use. “Blood binds,” Mortius intones, “where words may lie.” The blade is offered to Damon first and he takes it without hesitation. He slits his palm open. The cut is clean.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

Then he pointed to the sky and shouted, "Blood Shadow —— Wheel of Sky!" In an instant, the dark clouds rolled, and the strong winds shrieked. A huge Full Moon Bloodied Blade appeared in the sky. It was like a bloody sun, shrouding everything beneath it. The bloodied blade flew one round in the crowd, and an instant, blood was splashing, and bodies were flying. Countless of the Orthodox Path people were either dead or injured.

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.

I sprinted towards it, yanking it free just as the next wave of Tainted surged forward. This blade was heavier, but its reach would give me an advantage. I swung it with both hands, cleaving through the nearest Tainted’s arm. The creature howled in pain, but I didn’t stop. I slashed and stabbed with ferocity, each strike more desperate than the last. I could feel my muscles burning, my movements growing sluggish.