Break Blade Broken Blade Novels & Stories

Crack! A sickening snap echoed as Eric's wrist broke. The blade clattered to the floor. But Eric, driven by pain and madness, didn’t stop. He lunged again, this time reaching for Sofia. "No!" Aaron saw it before she did—Eric’s bloodied hand grabbing a broken shard of glass from the window. Aaron didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the knife and drove it into Eric’s side. Deep. Twisting. Blood gushed, hot and violent, staining Aaron's hands as Eric gasped, eyes wide, shocked. Then… still.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Lira (POV) The final bolt doesn’t give with a whisper or a pop. It gives way with a scream — raw, broken, like something dying for the second time. The shard wrenches in my grip as the hinge tears loose, snapping viciously and driving the makeshift blade straight through the meat of my fucking palm. It sinks clean and cruel, lodging deep against bone like it belongs there.

Gideon took a closer look. It was a broken blade. Only half of it remained, about 12 inches long, and rust covered its surface. At first glance, it looked like something even a scrap collector wouldn't want. However, for it to be presented as a gift, on top of the intense energy it had just released moments ago, it meant that the broken blade was anything but ordinary.

Vulcan’s eyes narrowed, and a thoughtful smile appeared on his face. He revealed, “One of those swords must be broken for a victor to be decided.” “What?” Tanya and the others were all stunned when they heard Vulcan’s words. “Senior Vulcan, aren’t you being a little too decisive with that conclusion?” Tanya asked while shaking her head repeatedly. “Both the Celestial Blade and the Willbreaker are peerless divine weapons. How could they be destroyed that easily?”

A clang was heard when he flicked on the center point of the sword precisely. At once, a crack was heard. Ezra’s sword was broken by Zayn’s flick!

It seals. Crean claps once, softly. “Finally,” he says, half-bored, half-admiring, and then gives us the one thing I’ve been waiting for the mistake. He glances down and away at his rope to cut it free. For a man who loves angles, it’s the only one he shouldn’t have taken. “Blake,” I say. “I see him,” my mate answers, and moves.

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”

Breed slowly turned around to stare at his brother’s cut, bleeding, and bruised face. “I’m ready to talk now. Are you?” Blade asked in a breathless tone. Breed shook his head and then he chuckled. “Well, fuck!” Blade took a minute more to finally stand. He looked wobbly on his feet as he gazed steadily at Breed. Breed stared back then tossed his hands up in the air in disgust. “Okay! Fine! Come on fucker!” Gasping in pain, he stepped toward the clubhouse then stumbled as he grabbed his ribs. “Fuck, that hurts!”

I didn't want to get hurt right now I really just wanted to run away from it all. "I need to take a shower." I said letting my body shake as I ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and turn on the shower water and letting tears escape my eyes. I reached in the drawer and grabbed my razor blade wanted my pain to desperately go away. I sat on the floor and and tightly grasped the blade trying desperately not to do it. "Don't do it Kat don't self harm again. You don't need a relapse!" I kept saying to myself over and over again. But Jack just puts me through so much!