Break Blade Broken Blade Novels & Stories

I said. Meridia and I turned around to see undead inklings walking towards us “Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis” I said as I grab a fused weapon of the X-Blade from Kingdom Hearts and Dawnbreaker from Elder Scrolls B: Skyrim known as the Blade of Dawn. I look at Meridia holding her beacon filled with her light “let’s deal with these Fragmenters first before we continue” I said.

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

But Larice made it in time to spin her body around the pillar. The blade pierced through the stone instead. When Larice looked at her own sword, she noticed the little cracks on the blade. It seemed like it couldn’t hold out much longer. It was breaking, she realized. Quarth growled madly as he swung his longsword, aiming at her neck. Larice ducked, rolled through the floor, and found her feet to recover.

But Breaker quickly showed why he was an assassin by making the snap decision of letting go of his hammer and back bending to an unnatural and inhumane angle. *Whish* A powerful gust of wind accompanied the sword light that flashed over Breaker’s head, scattering his long hair all over his face. The sword light travelled continuously and didn’t seem to lose any energy. But before Breaker could claim he had escaped, he saw where the sword light was travelling to. For the sword light was swiftly moving towards Rage!

"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.

He didn't even raise an arm to block my attack. The blade hit his shoulder. Crack. Time slammed back into normal speed. My sword didn't cut him. It didn't even sink in. It shattered. Pieces of expensive, forged steel exploded into the air, raining down into the bloody snow like broken glass. I staggered backward, my boots sliding in the mud. I was visibly shaking. Shock hit me like a physical punch to the gut. I looked at the jagged, broken hilt left in my hand, then back at Riven.

Blake instinctively gasped and stared at the broken half still attached to his hilt. It was a split-second distraction, but it was enough of an opening. Logan's bloodied hand turned the service end of the broken blade toward Blake and sank it into the latter's chest. He hardly had the time to let out a cry before somersaulting in the air from the sheer force and plummeting straight toward the ground in a thud.

he said, and the voice sounded thin and broken. I stared at him, blinking as I tried to put the pieces together. Nothing made sense for a while. The blade I held had been used. It had blood stains and a smell I knew too well. The blade Caine showed me was clean. If what I had found was the same design, how could Caine still have his?

Into the blade. Light flooded the black metal, filling the carved symbols. They glowed – wrong at first, resisting – then cracked. A sharp, splintering sound split the air. Mira's eyes widened. "No – " I tightened my grip. Pushed. The gold burned brighter – hotter than anything I'd felt before. The blade fractured. Lines spreading like spiderwebs across its surface – then it shattered. Shards exploded outward. One sliced across my arm. Another caught Mira's cheek.

"Grab the Star-Breaker! It’s the only way!" I looked at the pedestal. Resting on it was a blade that looked like it was made of solid starlight. It didn't have a hilt, just a raw piece of white metal that hummed with a frequency that made my soul ache. I scrambled toward it, but Malakor was faster. He lunged at me, his mechanical claw extending into a long, sharp blade. He swung, and the tip of the metal sliced across my leg. I fell, the pain a sharp spike in my brain.