Novel & Cerita Broken Blade Book

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

“Hold the line! Do not let them breach the gate! Watch your flanks, trust the wolf beside you!” She moved to the wall, her blade cutting through shadow wolves that should not have been able to die. They fell, dissolved, reformed but each time, they were slower, weaker. The ancient weapon’s light burned them, scarred them, and made them remember what it was to fear. With every strike, the power in her blood sang, the voices of her ancestors guiding her blade.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

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.

He wanted to draw back his long sword but could not, no matter how hard he tried. Callan exerted a little force on the sword. Clank! The long sword broke in half. The broken blade snapped toward the young man. The young man did not react fast enough, and his arm was punctured by the broken blade. A bloody wound formed on his arm. The old man wearing a gray robe stood aside with a gloomy expression. He did not speak, and neither did he attack. After countering the attack, Callan put his hands behind his back and said calmly, “Can we enter now?”

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.

Yet somehow, without warning or clear reason, they had drifted apart—pulled away by invisible forces and unspoken misunderstandings that left no closure behind. A stabbing ache throbbed in her chest as she recalled something Ismale had said to her long ago—a few words that had lodged themselves deep within her like shards of glass. It wasn’t just the memory of Pauline that hurt; it was the weight of everything lost since then, the connections she had failed to keep, the people she had let slip through her fingers. Ismael’s words had stung back then, and they still echoed now, reminding her that some separations weren’t caused by arguments or betrayal—but by silence, by fear, by the quiet unr

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

Jack said with a smirk. He was a whole different person, it was almost like they had done this many times before. Did I fall in love with a killer? "Take this." Nash said handing me a knife. I took it without question. I wasn't going to use it but if this person who had Aubrey tried anything then I would maybe use it. "How are you even gonna find her?" Ella asked. "Same way we did you." Johnson answered. I stopped listening and just closed my eyes. They're killers, they're crazy, phsyco and insane. How the fuck did I even get put into this situation.