Break Blade Broken Blade Novels & Stories

And beneath it… Aurelius. Twin brothers. Founders. First Keepers. The illustration showed them standing together… Holding opposite halves of the Oath Blade. Adrian stared in disbelief. “The blade…” “It was originally one weapon.” Mira nodded slowly. “It was divided.” “Just like…” Her eyes widened. “Just like Leonardo and Alessio.” ⸻ Alessio slowly looked down at the Oath Blade. A thin crack ran along its center. As though waiting… For its missing half.

"Because I don't exist. I am a ghost of a future that was never written. But because I was never written, I am the only thing she can't control." She reached out and touched the broken hilt of the obsidian blade. The black stone didn't bleed this time. It **Glowed**. A soft, white light—the color of the moon—began to spread through the obsidian, knitting the broken pieces back together. "The shadow-blade is a weapon of the past," the girl said. "But you need a weapon for the **Next**. You need a blade made of the things that were never said." "What are you telling me?" I asked, my eyes filling with tears.

Honestly i couldn’t wait. "Oh no, not like that. You have some blade or sharp end spatula like a scalpel"? He asked me and i was fast to go to my bathroom. Am kind of old school. I like to shave my hair not with a safety or electric shaver but a razor and luckily i had one brand new packed. I brought it out and asked Louis how to use.

“Was I the only one sensing the signals? I didn’t want to do too much but this was actually glaring. It was saying a lot and of course, I was going to read meaning into it,” I was so deep in thought that I didn’t realize that there was a blade on the floor until I cut myself. “Shit!” I whispered. Dax looked up to watch me. “What is wrong?” He noticed the blood dripping from my finger and quickly rushed towards me. “Where is your first aid?” He asked, searching for it. I pointed towards the direction of where it was, hissing in pain. Before I could even comprehend what was going on, Dax put my finger in his mouth and sucked the blood from it.

"I can't- I can't do this anymore., I whispered. Then I pushed the tip into my wrist. I looked down at the blade sticking out of my skin and took in a deep breath. I clenched my jaw as I started to drag the blade towards my elbow. I could hear and feel the skin rip apart from the blade as I pressed against the metal. My mouth opened as I watched blood quickly pour from the wound. It was painful, but my life has been nothing but pain. I was used to always being hurt by others, but this pain was different. It was different because I had control of the blade I held in my fingers. The wound felt like fire as the sting slowly set in, and a rush of adrenaline kicked in as I watched dark blood star

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.

"I’ll stand here without defending myself. Go ahead, try to injure me. If you can scratch me, you win." Bruce was furious, and he bristled with anger. "You think you’re tough? Fine, you can keep boasting in hell!" With that, he unleashed his strongest strike. His blade energy surged like a venomous snake to precisely strike Steven’s throat. But then, the sword shattered! The moment it touched Steven’s skin, it broke into pieces. "This is impossible!" Bruce was pale with shock. He trembled and stumbled back with the broken sword. "This sword is forged from eclipse steel! It's many times harder than regular steel! How did it break against your bare skin?!"

I could understand her frustration after having a broken limb, but the fact that she had to do all of this proved just how insane she truly was. I took a deep breath, struggling to stay standing without the crutch that was her two followers. Rebecca and I were face-to-face, where I could see the mix of excitement and anger behind her eyes. She took up the hand she was hiding, revealing an iridescent silver blade to the edge of my face. The cool metal softly pierced the skin of my jaw, forcing my breath to quicken.

Opposite several connected small peaks, but also directly chopped off from it, can not live to both sides of the pour down, the God Ghost Peak is even more shaky, everywhere is collapsing, the whole mountain sinks a lot, the distant palace buildings, but also has long been turned into flying ash. The entire mountain peak was covered in smoke and dust, obscuring the sky, and at this moment, nothing could be seen, and no one knew what the final result of this blade would be. Wind, slowly blowing through, smoke and dust gradually dispersed, only to hear the "clang" of a crunching sound, in the tranquility of the world, it is particularly clear. The Blood Lotus Demon Blade, broken.

Frances found herself falling into the same holographic whorl she saw last night, and like a leap-fall, she was jolted out of bed. She got up and looked to her right. The watch laid there, no hologram nor any sound emanated from it. The time was 6:30 am, and she was expected at work by 8:00 am. It was at that moment she understood the whole process of getting her early to work. Though she was grateful to the boy for gifting her the watch, she felt the jolt was a bit too startling.