Break Blade Manga Novels & Stories

I hit the floor and rolled, gasping. “YOU BITCH!” He grabbed his leg, blood soaking his pants. I crawled to the corner. Every part of me screamed, but I stayed ready, blade in hand. “Come on,” I rasped. “Let’s teach each other something.” He didn’t charge again. He looked at the blade and the blood. Then, he laughed. “Not bad.” The door flew open. The woman stood there, eyes wide. “What the hell happened?!” Breaker waved her off.

In a flurry, his blade parted the flesh of the beast’s side, twice, digging deep between its ribs on its backswing. The beastman staggered, raising its hands above its head in bestial anger. Ralta dove forward, thrusting his blade upwards and into the monster’s armpit. He felt the metal of his blade quiver and bounce as it struck bone. Ralta let go of the sword’s hilt and spun away from the beast. The creature lurched over, pawning at its wounds, its roar becoming a whine of pain.

Blood spewed from the open wound and the Toadasilles croaked loudly again. Rain went to its stomach which was much softer. “[Phoenix Blade]” He fused his sword with fire magic and slashed at the belly. At first he was not able to cut through but as he kept pressing his sword in, the skin and flesh tore open. The skin and flesh was burnt so the soft and squishiness of it would turn into hard and crispy.

To his surprise, he almost failed to keep the blade stable, and a mighty force spread from it, hitting him. He felt like a meteorite from the sky had struck him, causing him to back off consecutively. His stomps formed a few deep craters, and he only stopped in his tracks after taking five steps backward. Crack! A slight cracking sound unexpectedly came from his blade. At a glance, the flick had formed a crack on the blade. This was too outrageous. The man was dumbstruck, let alone the other few people with weaker cultivation levels. Alex shattered that fire bird’s attack with a slap. As for the thunderous white light, Alex even swallowed it with a gulp as tonic under the other party’s dumbf

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

"I don't even know why I agreed to this deal. It's so boring. Having Claude as an enemy is just annoying." "We haven't even started yet, Andriette. Don't be so impatient," he said casually. He stood up from the bench, looking down at me. "See you around, Miss Rule-Breaker," he remarked before strolling away. I rolled my eyes and stood up as well to head back to class. Taking a deep breath, I reached our classroom door, knowing Adhaya would be waiting inside for an explanation. "Hey! Where were you?" Adhaya asked the second I stepped into the room. Even our classmates seemed to be waiting to see what would happen.

Most people were resting in their offices, and my cries went unheard. Zoey, wincing from the damage my nails had done to her, slapped me as hard as she could. "God, you're a nuisance! Your nails are killing me! You did this to yourself." My arms were still on fire, but I refused to let the doors close. The trio's impatience was mounting. They slammed their feet onto my hands in an attempt to make me let it go. "You're impossibly stubborn!" Zoey grabbed her pen and uncapped it. Just when she was about to jab it right into my hand, a deep voice echoed from afar.

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

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.