Cain's Blade Supernatural Novels & Stories

Not when her home collapsed on her head, not when she had get ready for a battle she wasn’t ready for. She couldn’t even search for Kieran or Daniella. She hadn’t been in anything like this before, but she couldn’t die. There were things to do. The new weapon that were slicing through Supernaturals like they weren’t significant. Her arms were encased in ice as she ran to the middle. She had been trailing those blades for a while. And she had made trails for them, well she had been trying to reduce the death count but it was like it had a mind of its own.

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."

"How can you ask him to hide this pain?" "He is strong! It's in his blood." Saroj caressed his head and smiled. "He is brave and strong..." Mira looked at Damon who was sitting silently there. "Why are you looking restless, Mira?" Damon nodded at Mira, gesturing her to tell her everything. "Maa, I have Mangal Dosha and for that our pandit ji has suggested a ritual where Damon's mother's presence is mandatory. Without you the ritual is incomplete." Mira explained.

The blade was encased in a block of ice in a cave, you could see it had been there for centuries forgotten by society and ancient teachings. We couldn't break the ice but Lovac was able to melt it down a little so we could remove it and the power that I felt when I held it, was amazing. Toffe appeared at the bottom of the mountain taking the blade and smiled saying, "Good job." His eyes clouded over and he looked at me saying, "We have another job for you, we know what the other blade looks like, can you swap it out?" Chance looked at me saying, "Piece of cake," before I was handed a duplicate and he touched both our heads before we were standing outside of the hunter's location, we were inv

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

The assassin's blade gleamed with an unholy sheen, its void eyes reflecting nothing but endless darkness as it plunged toward Autumn's heart. Time stretched in that frozen instant, the lair's chaos—a symphony of crumbling stone, rebel shouts, and the entity's muffled roars from below—fading into a distant hum. Alina's power surged within her, manifesting as a shimmering shield of ethereal fur and moonlight, a protective barrier that erupted from Autumn's core. The blade struck the shield with a deafening crack, sparks of silver and black energy exploding outward, illuminating the bloodied faces of Gale, Levi, and the guardians.

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

A blade held over her heart. And my face—her face—tilting upward toward a figure cloaked in red. “The vessel awakens.” The words tore through me like lightning. I screamed. The mark flared blinding white. I felt Cain’s presence, his hand grabbing my shoulder, his voice distant, panicked, but the bond convulsed violently. His power met the mark’s, and the collision ripped through both of us. He tried to pull me back, but when his hand touched the mark, his skin sizzled. Smoke rose from his palm.