Novel & Cerita Cain's Blade Supernatural

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

The knife tapped on my shoulder several times as she spoke , doing the same with Tristan too. “ Stretch out your palms, ” I heard her say. There was no going back, I did and she pushed it closer to Tristan's. “ May your blood bring peace,strength and power to the pack” I saw Tristan smirk as she placed the tip of the knife in his palms and slashed it slowly to draw blood. I winced as she pushed mine towards her and placed the tip of the knife of mine too, “ Do not scream” she warned quietly, as she dug the tip deeper into my palms to draw enough blood. I bit my lips to prevent me from shouting.

he muttered, not daring to share his attention with the cloud separated from us through the windshield. "We have to do something that would destroy it forever," I muttered and Liam groaned in anger. "You are distracting me!" He snapped. I reached into my purse and pulled out the blade again, holding it tightly. Liam finally looked at me, his brows raised in surprise. "That blade…" "It kills demons," I said and he smiled in relief. I unsheathed the blade, waiting for it to sneak in. The drums began to play again, faster and stronger. The louder the drums got, the light-headed we became.

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.

I looked over and Zac was kneeling on the chest of the other vamp as Annie took his head off, her Ballistics knife in hand. Just then, another vamp ran toward us, but Annie shot her Ballistics knife, and it hit him right between the eyes, sending him quickly to the floor. She grabbed her knife back and the guy's Uzi, and then threw it to John. I quickly shoved my Glock into the back of my pants and grabbed the Uzi off the floor from the vamp I'd just taken down. I darted quickly down the hallway head-on into three other vamps. I kicked one square in the chest with a flying side kick, while Zac shot the head off another. John shot another point blank in the chest, and Annie finished him off.

“The moment I touched it, it felt like someone was ripping my heart apart from the inside.” Nathan’s face tightened. “Let me see.” Aiden didn’t answer. Nathan carefully moved closer to the dagger, studying it without touching it. “What kind of weapon is this?” Nathan’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh God it’s bad Aiden, Raiden didn’t want to kill you..” “He wanted to torture you to death. What he stabbed you with is a Sacred relic..no forbidden weapon” his face turned worst as he continued. “It’s called a Ritual Blade. I have read about it in one of Mirabel’s spell books, it was used by a powerful witch who gained power by killing supernatural beings and absorbing its power. She created this weap

Gavin unleashed everything he had, pushing his divine ability—Rending Wind Blades—to its limit. Countless blades crashed down on Lawrence in a relentless barrage. With Lawrence's stamina and spiritual energy nearly depleted, it looked like he had no way to withstand the attack. Glancing upward at Gavin, he tightened his grip on the Sovereign Silver Spear. Then, he swept it in a wide arc and shouted, "Break it!" A torrent of power burst out and met the descending wind blades head-on. Piercing explosions followed as the spear force filled the sky, breaking them apart one after another before driving straight into Gavin.

It gleams with subdued power and Lyros’s eyes lock with mine as he shatters it. Cain attacks and he moves like a flash of light. Alizadeh and Rafie attack back. They collide with a sound like thunder. Cain has two swords in his hands, each one gleaming with his silvery starlight energy, but Rafie and Alizadeh fight with other weapons. Swords with strange markings engraved into them. My mind deciphers their effect immediately and I say the word as a whisper. “Amplifiers.” Cain slashes and feints, parries, and twists. His body pauses and I see his eyes release a malicious silver glint. He attacks faster than anyone I've ever seen but it’s evident he’s just coming into his power.

Uriel said in his thoughts as he immediately flew to his chamber. He opens the book of light and darkness and flips over to a page where he sees a picture of a blade and he begins to read. “When a demon's blood mixes with an angel's blood it can create what they call the blade of Angels. With this blade the person wielding it can kill off any light supernaturals with just a single slash. None has been able to create such a blade but if the blade falls into the wrong hands it can be very dangerous for all light supernaturals.”

But before he could even generate a possible move, he heard Lianne shriek from his back. “RUEN!” *** The blade was already hurtling towards him as he whirled around. Cain, the opportunistic bastard, was in a position to strike his heart, clutching the grip tightly. His mouth curved into a wicked smirk. His eyes, murderous and infernal. This was his forte. His work. And the precision of which he kills his opponents during the battles he fought under Garlow’s reign was very well known. Only this time, his target was the new King himself.