Break Blade Broken Blade Novels & Stories

A crack began to form on the Blade of Justice after taking several dozen consecutive hits from James. As the small crack formed, a dazzling Sword Light shone from within the sword. “T-The cast is about to break open!” Delainey shouted excitedly. She stared at the Blade of Justice floating in mid-air. Was the legendary sword of the millennia about to reveal its true form?!

Nearby, several broken blades lay by the side, and he was now gripping yet another blade in his skilled hands. ~SWISH!~ His muscles contracted as he neatly made arcs with his sword. As the air was sliced by his blade, the force exerted made it crack. His muscular body took a few more steps, dancing as he made swings with different styles while applying varying forms of footwork. And then… ~CRACK!~ … His blade shattered once again. “Haaaa… haaa…” Adonis exhaled heavily, his breaths coming out in audible puffs as he tossed aside the broken blade he had been wielding.

However, they could only see Alex’s back, and not his eyes. At this moment, the look in his eyes was calm, like that of an old monk who had entered extreme concentration. It wasn’t until the blade’s light had reached the front of him that he suddenly raised his hand and made a flick. Everyone heard a crisp sound of the sword. Immediately afterwards, a broken sword was plunged deep into the ground. As for the Firmament Ice Blade in Shaun’s hand, only half of it was left. The Firmament Ice Bade had been forcibly broken by Alex’s Sword of the Universe.

Dom asked Joker who glared back. Petal chuckled at her brother for a second as Blade looked alarmed at his boyfriend. Decker laughed and choose violence when he decided to add on. "Come on, Dom. Let Petal come sit by me. I never get her." Decker said with a smirk. Suddenly, Breaker's glass shattered in his hand from the force he was using and we all jumped. Nat and I exchanged nervous looks. Blade shot a warning look at his brother and Breaker took a deep breath to calm down and started to clean up the glass.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

“If you’re going to break me, it’s going to take a lot more than a few bruises.” Aiden’s lips curled into a faint smile, though it wasn’t one of warmth. “Is that so?” He moved toward the center of the clearing, his movements fluid, controlled. He picked up a training sword—a blunt blade designed not to kill but to leave a painful reminder of your mistakes—and tossed one to me. I caught it awkwardly, my arms still sore from the day before, but I gripped the handle tightly, refusing to let him see how much pain I was in.

Varga’s executioner’s axe came up in a brutal, vertical counter-strike. The silver edge of the heavy axe struck the underbelly of Brandon’s pneumatic saber exactly where the brass pressure tube met the steel hilt. The collision was cataclysmic. The silver blade sheared through the imperial brass like soft lard, rupturing the pressurized piston chamber. A violent blast of compressed air and hydraulic oil erupted outward, shattering the steel blade into a dozen jagged fragments and blowing the gauntlet off Brandon’s right hand in a spray of dark blood.

"You don't mean that." "I do," he insists, but he won't meet my eyes when he says it. "We got caught up in something that was never going to work. Now it's over." "Just like that?" I ask, tears starting to blur my vision. "Two months together, and you can just turn it off like a switch?" "It's better this way," he says, finally looking at me. But his eyes are cold, distant, like he's looking at a stranger. "A Clean break, no more complications."

The blade caught the sunlight, flashing silver as it spun. My stomach twisted. That could be it. That could be the murder weapon. "I hate to be the one that breaks the spell," Sabrina said quietly, "but that doesn't mean anything. Lots of people have knives." "Yeah, but how many people have knives exactly like the ones used to kill Toby and Mr. Grayson?" I countered. "We have to at least check it out." "What if he's planning to kill someone else?" Helione added. "We should keep an eye on him at minimum."

She broke off, sobbing into her hands. Dominic clenched his fists at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. The sight of her broken and battered filled him with a rage he couldn’t place—at the men who’d done this, at himself for putting her in harm’s way, and at the entire situation as he saw his life spiral out of control. A soft knock on the door interrupted the moment, and a doctor entered, her expression sad. “Mr. Hale, Mrs. Hale, I’m sorry, but I must speak with my patient.