Cain's Blade Supernatural Novels & Stories

A child’s fear. A child who had waited too long. “Ready?” I asked. Damian exhaled sharply. “No. But you are.” Sybil’s magic tightened around my wrist. The resonance under our feet brightened. Nyx rolled her shoulders and drew a blade made of condensed flame. Kael’s sword hummed faintly, already absorbing the static in the air. Eryx’s eyes glowed with ancient knowledge. Damian moved to my right, every inch of him prepared to tear reality apart if needed.

And for the first time in a long time, Salvador felt truly alive. At that moment, it felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck Salvador straight through the chest. The surge of happiness he had just experienced only moments ago had turned into something entirely different—something sharp, something unexpected. His body, once strong despite his age, suddenly felt foreign to him. A strange, stabbing sensation spread through his chest, catching him off guard. His grip on the receiver tightened as his heart pounded erratically, as if it were struggling against an unseen force. The room around him began to shift, the once-stable floor beneath his feet seeming to waver. A wave of dizziness washed

Rowan and Xander must have noticed our interaction as they stepped closer to us. I swallowed. “I’ve read about this before. It’s a blade that was said to have been forged in the light of the twin moons. It’s meant to channel pure energy—capable of cutting through even the strongest dark magic. My father used to tell my brother and I stories about it.” Xander reached for the blade, but the moment his fingers brushed against it, the weapon flared with silver light—so bright it burned. He hissed and pulled back. “It rejected you,” Kaida murmured in my mind then turned to me. “Try it.”

“There haven’t been any new assassinations, either. Not a single one in months. Do you think the Blade is dead?” “The Blade?” “That’s what the news called the assassin. I’m assuming it’s a him, not a her?” “It’s a man.” “How do you know?” He shrugs again. “I may have used my powers to the family’s benefit to try to find him, but that’s about all I could see. Hannibal has powers, but no one is sure what he is exactly. A warlock? A wizard, like the royals in KiloKilo? Something else… like Gabriel of the Draven Coven, and the old kings of Eastonia, or, like Richard of the Arcane Umbra? Using stolen magic?” He licks his lips. “I can’t see him. He has shields around himself, which has made it imp

His legs were unable to move at all, only able to watch as Baldwin approached to kill him. "Baldwin, how dare you!!" Carson shouted anxiously from afar immediately. As soon as he finished speaking, Carson threw out the Loren Divine Blade in his hand. The blade broke through the air at high speed, turned into a rainbow and slashed towards Baldwin. Baldwin sneered coldly. "I will definitely kill Severin today!" He accelerated his speed as he spoke, and he arrived less than a hundred feet away from Severin. Baldwin's spiritual treasure immediately burst into boundless brilliance and shattered the void along the way. It was as majestic as a furnace of heaven and earth, completely suppressing any

"Damn it!" She saw Suzaine running toward her while her neck was bleeding and about to attack her. But Blade's body is getting paralyzed. Her body won't cooperate with her mind. Blade cursed herself. Suzaine grunts sagely as her sharp fangs are getting closer. Before Suzaine could snap her head, she transformed into a human and forced her body to move with excruciating pain. Suzaine's wolf fangs bared into her flesh, while her other hands grabbed a silver knife and stabbed Suzaine in the stomach. Both of them growled in pain. Blade immediately kicked Suzaine away and held her injured arms to stop the bleeding. "Stop! Suzaine! You are already injured! "

It was not war. It was soul. Seren’s hand hesitated. “You’re dying,” she said again. “I’m choosing how,” Kael whispered. “Let me.” He drew his blade, its hilt marked by teeth worn down by generations of warriors. It wasn’t ceremonial. It was real. The blade that had carved through Dustborn at the Hollow War. The blade that had once guarded Seren’s mother. He didn’t wait for permission. Kael sliced his palm open, the wound deep and jagged.

Caelum roared, his gravelly voice shaking the very foundations of the mountain, "and I will tear your soul out of that hollow armor!" Commander Vane didn't hesitate. He surged forward in a blur of black steel and crimson lightning, his anti-solar blade descending in a lethal, executioner's strike aimed directly at Caelum’s neck!

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

​The Battle of the Silverwood ​Cain didn't shift into a wolf. He didn't need to. He moved with a "Natural-Frequency" that bypassed the Vanes' defenses. When Kaelen lunged at him with a magnetic strike, Cain simply stepped through the silver light, his hand touching Kaelen’s chest. ​Kaelen was thrown back, his metal exoskeleton shattering into iron filings. ​"You are fighting with 'Echoes'," Cain said, his amber eyes glowing brighter. "I am the 'Sound'."