Break Blade Manga Novels & Stories

“’Tis a pity ye’re more profitable tah us alive, Aki-hime.” Aki was stunned that the pirate knew her name. She lowered her guard a bit. “BUT NOBODY SAID NOTHIN BOUT DAMAGIN TH’ GOODS!” the pirate shrieked and shot three blades from the katar on her right hand. The main blade split into three pieces; one flew straight ahead and the two at a slight angle on each side.

A storm. One life. Infinite echoes. All of them leading here. The blade in my hand pulsed with heat. I raised it -high above the thread. Behind me, I heard Dorian whisper my name like a prayer. And I chose. And cut it with the blade. The thread screamed as it broke. The rift shattered open. And the world… Began to change.

A bright smile curled around her lips as before she waved me goodbye, Christen Walker was once my mate. After I had the accident, she decided to break the mate bond because I could no longer fulfil her needs. After losing my mother, that was the second most hurtful thing I’ve ever been through. The pain, the hurt once those words are said and the ritual is performed. It feels like someone rips your heart out and squeezes all the blood from it, rips it into two and then puts it back and leaves you there to mend it on your own.

AEROBA RE NAKATA RONAKTA DANCING SUN SLASH. Then the sword exdildural was burning fire in every edge of its structure and then taso uses flash step while using the sword, and then he beheaded the enemies, and it fell with a river of blood dripping. Weak! Even I don't have my fragments they still can't defeat me, well what do I expect for mare bandits. Wow! The girl was surprised. Hello little girl why I'm going to ask you a question why did you let them rape you if you know I can sense your mana, and It's quite big for a little girl would you mind telling me.

the curved blade flew from the scabbard at Aurelia's heart. Much to the Princess's surprise her hands shot out like an arrow and now held the blade between her palms. Hinata scowled, and tried to kick her with her extra limbs. However, Hinata's balance required her legs to stay underneath her, and she wobbled a little. Aurelia capitalized on the opportunity, and swung low to the ground, and severed the legs. Hinata shrieked in pain and stabbed wildly at Aurelia's body. Using her cat agility, Aurelia easily dodged the undisciplined strikes.

The stares from the people are beginning to make me feel more abashed. As I take a step forward, I feel a sharp pain in my head and the last thing I hear is the screams of people before darkness, the ever welcomed darkness consumes me. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

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.

Mizu's eyes are attentively searching around, wanting to know where her opponent will attack next, but every time she caught a little movement, it was already too late, and was being wounded once again, helplessly. Mizu then felt the sharp pain coming from the cold blade slicing her skin and felt the touch of the warm blood flowing. She was covered in wounds from arms to feet. The clothes she's wearing was almost wrecked off, exposing some parts of her slender skin. The psychotic girl chose to make her cry in agony while slowly slicing her skin like the meat of pork about to cook.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

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.