Cain's Blade Supernatural Novels & Stories

Henry's POV I closed my eyes shut as I anticipated that painful moment when my head would fly off my neck but then... “Unhand him," I heard a voice say causing the men to stop. I opened my eyes and I saw the men looking all scared and afraid. What is causing them to act this way? My eyes slowly landed on the man who had spoken and my eyes dilated in shock. Victor Blade! The most notorious and dangerous assassin ever, who is known for hunting fellow werewolves and other supernatural creatures like vampires and witches. What is he doing here? Is he perhaps the same assassin at the alley? Is he also after the bounty??!

It seems like Kala has no other way in making Solana give in and talk so he needs her there. "Well? Show me the way," she said to Blade arrogantly. On Blade's side, it is unfair that she gets special treatment from Kala, he understands that she is an asset if he is to wage a war inside the supernatural's border, however, the fact that she is one of them does not cut it.

What mattered was the silver blade in his hand, aimed at his father's back. "No! Father" I screamed, but the word was lost in the chaos. The blade sank deep. Cain roared, a sound of pain, of betrayal, of something that might have been relief. He twisted, his wolf form collapsing into human, and fell to his knees. Blood spread across his chest, black in the torchlight. Caleb stood over him, the blade still in his hand, his face a mask of triumph and terror and something that looked almost like grief. "I did it." He breathed. "I'm Alpha now, I'm finally…."

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

The blade dripped with wolfsbane, dark green and deadly. The dagger flipped through the air—not at Caius, but at the ground beneath him. Caius blinked, momentarily caught off guard. The blade sank deep into his chest, just above his heart. Shock ripped from his lips, a gasp like the last breath of a dying star. The magic that had hummed thick around us faltered, flickering like a candle guttering in a storm. The obsidian fortress of his power cracked and shattered. He stumbled back, eyes wide, hand clutching the poisoned wound. His skin darkened, black veins spreading like poison through ancient flesh.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

A blade flew towards me and I caught it on reflex, protecting Leah had become a full time job, to the point that it sharpened my reflexes and senses beyond anything i could have ever imagined to achieve. If Mark met me now, I might actually be powerful enough to cause him harm but not strong enough to kill him yet. Cain clapped, Brea and Roxie were also in critical condition. They had bandages all over their broken ribs. "You have become so much Reuben, might I say the trials and tribulations you've had to go through to protect your mate has made you stronger, sharper even enough to catch my blade." "You must be bored, Cain." I said not interested in his little games.

But the second that Cassidy saw Aaron on the ground, something switched inside of her, too. “You fucking bitch!” Cassidy shrieked, the same rage that Jo felt coursing through her own veins present in her aunt. An intense blast of blue light filled the room, as if every element of magic the Hybrid had within her was unleashed all at the same time. Jo heard it sizzle past her as it sent its blinding light out across the room, knocking all of the Vampires and Assassins between Cassidy and Holland aside and sending the Vampire Queen into the wall behind her with a sharp, thwack.

Fynn quickly added, “Don’t get me wrong, no one is suspecting you were responsible for the incident, we are just finding reverse soothing unlikely at this point. According to the witnesses and the Blazer himself, his mental state had deteriorated far too quickly for it to be caused by a reverse soothing. Maybe an SS-ranked Soother like you could do it, but lower ranked Soothers can’t cause a power rampage with such speed.” “The Blazer woke up? What did he say?” Noah’s eyes lit up with hope, but Fynn shook his head. “The man has no idea what is going on. He works as a performance artist - he does various gimmicks with flames to entertain the audience. He claimed, and we verified this to be tr