Broken Blade Book Novels & Stories

Vivian walked to and fro, her wolf agitated beneath her surface. Her claws seemed on the verge of extending as rage coursed through her veins like a raging fire. She gripped her phone tightly, breathing heavily. The betrayal hurt profoundly, more than any injury she had ever experienced in combat.

The combination of Skylar’s deep kiss and the taste of blood was truly not a good one. Gradually, Aslan’s vision began to blur as well. Just as he started to gasp for breath and grow weak, Skylar pulled away suddenly. The kiss ended, but Skylar grabbed Aslan’s shoulder, bit down hard on his neck, and caused blood to spurt from the wound. “Argh!” Aslan screamed in pain. A burning, stinging, excruciating pain spread from his neck throughout his entire body. It felt like excruciating torture. In that moment, Aslan truly felt how shattered he was. His father had broken him all this time, and now Skylar was doing the same, just in a different way. His soul and body were shattered.

Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight. I quickly rushed towards him, supporting him and frantically checking him as if I could find out what was wrong with him. Adam was mumbling something and stumbled. Then he looked at me and he was suddenly angry and pushed me aside so hard that I fell on the floor. I whimpered in pain as my arm hit the corner of the coffee table, and blood started to pour out of the cut. I looked up at Adam with tears in my eyes, hoping to see regret in his eyes, but I found anger instead.

Luna screams as Travis attempts to remove the knife lodged in her shoulder. He glares at Luna with a murderous intent, gripping the blood-smeared knife. Finally summoning her courage, Luna manages to stab Travis's shoulder using a knife she had hidden under the pillow. As Luna suspected, Travis hadn't realized she had hidden two knives earlier as a precaution. Taking advantage of Travis's momentary lapse due to exhaustion from their previous activities, Luna strikes back.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

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.

One last, dying wave of vengeance unfurled within him; Atticus lunged, caring not for the blade at his neck. He slipped past the unforgiving steel, feeling the hot blood cascading down his neck more than he felt the wound itself. He was distantly thankful that the blade was quick, not dulled, not blunt, but his gratitude was short lived. The woodland blurred around him as he moved, flashes of firelight that should not have been there illuminating the bark and the greenery and the thistles for fleeting split-seconds before fading into obscurity once more.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

As long as she get rid of the damn book sooner then she would be fine. Hellion glanced at the cursed book and kicked it away from her making the one hiding nearby jolted. Hellion sensed it moving away as she playfully stroke the dagger into sharpness. There still traces of blood in the blade, a remembrance of the former reaper who got decapitated in her hands. Hellion clicked her tongue.

Blake's beer soaked breath wafted in my face making me gag. "Fat fucking chance." I growled. Doing what I did best, I sunk my teeth into his arm. Using my other hand I slashed against any bit of skin I could find. Blake howled in pain and I smiled as I felt his blood on my fingertips. My insides ran cold as I watched him pull out a blade. It glinted at me as if it were welcoming an old friend. Just as Blake flicked the blade open, the door came crashing down, sending splinters everywhere.