Novel & Cerita Cain's Blade Supernatural

“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.

Like a beast's roar strangled before it could form. "The first one he sent. The second one he spoke to himself. What's that old bag of bones afraid of besides the cold? Afraid no one will remember his name?" Cain stood across from Luna. Both hands braced on the table's edge. He looked down at the Greyhollow coordinate pinned beneath her coffee cup. His ice-blue eyes held a faint silver sheen in the projector's blue light. Deep as the color of the sea beneath ice. He said nothing. But the hilt of the blade beside his hand emitted a thin metallic whimper. Pheromones seeped from his palm into the leather wrapping of the hilt. They nudged the blade a single micron from its sheath.

She had a wrapping around her eyes, and her stomach was slightly larger than the last time I had seen her. “Gross,” Juliana said under her breath as Sable leaned into him, and I shook my head as he moved his hand up and into her hair. Cain suddenly twisted it, pulling her head back as he unsheathed a curved silver blade from his hip and lifted it to her throat. Her cry of terror was audible through the thin wall of the house, and I panicked, standing. I had seen the blade before in some of my father’s books. It was a Binding Blade.

“Anonymous donor. Right. Bet you ten bucks it’s one of them.” “Which one?” Kai asked, eyebrow raised. “Doesn’t matter,” Theo said, closing his laptop. “Whoever it is, they just bought him a clean slate. And a target on his back.” I stood—slow at first, then straighter. No limp. No crutches. My leg felt… normal. Better than normal. I took a few steps across the room. Steady. Strong. I looked down at the phone in my pocket. The Bloodmate app had refreshed sometime in the last few minutes.

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.

Liam asked with a scoff. "This!!" Cain replied and before Liam could realize what he was talking about, he had his hand raised in the air before driving the silver blade through their heart. "What the..." Liam's eyes moved down in surprise when he felt the pain surge through him. He didn't notice that Cain had taken the blade from his pocket. He was planning to use it on himself after he had ended Avery's life but now... "You crazy psycho! What have you done??" He croaked out in pain.

Cain steadied me, I forced my trembling body to calm, never have I thought I would see him in such a state, the proud untouchable alpha, on his knees before the same one he called a reject. He gnashed his teeth, eyes blaring with hatred, the noise around us had quietened, Cain's team had taken care of most of them at the speed of light, they must have used the distraction. I stood beside Cain, his hand was on my waist possessively, looking over my father, he looked like he wanted to tear us apart, I shuddered subconsciously, taking a step back, Cain's hold kept me firmly in place. He brought out a knife slashed my palm and his, the blood dripped on Alpha Theron half conscious body, realizing

And on the pedestal, a blade of pure sunlight. It is beautiful. Terrifying. It hums with power that makes my teeth ache. "The Sun Blade," the Guardian says. "It is yours if you can take it." I approach the pedestal. The blade glows brighter as I near. "Seraphina, wait," Kael says. "We do not know what it will do to you." "I know. But I have to try." I reach out and touch the blade. Fire explodes through me. I fall to my knees, the blade in my hands, burning me from the inside. My mark blazes silver, fighting the fire. My mother is shouting. Kael is pulling at me. But I hold on.

They were outside the Packhouse. My eyes sharpened when I saw him—Kaelith Bloodraven. Even under the dim, crimson wash of the moon, he stood out with unsettling clarity. The darkness didn’t obscure him; it framed him. His tall frame was steady and grounded, every inch of him exuding a quiet, suffocating authority that made the space around him feel smaller. He wielded the sword as if it were nothing more than a wooden stick, yet the air told a different story. Each swing cut through the silence with a low, sharp hum, precise and controlled, no wasted motion, no hesitation. It wasn’t practice. It was refinement.