Celestial Blade Novels & Stories

He Chentian had approached him step by step. "Dominant Sky—Ten-fold Slash!" He Chentian roared madly as the red radiance of the demon blade surged 9-meter-high. He swung the saber in a downward arc as it burst out more than 30 meters of red radiance. It was as if the saber split heaven and earth. Suddenly, the wind was blowing madly, and dark clouds were rolling.

Turning to one of his other warriors, Slate said, “Blade, I put you in charge here. I have another king I need to pay a visit to.” He turned to Nya and looked her in the eyes, and she nodded, knowing exactly where they were headed next. Slate shifted, and she climbed up on his back, settling between his wings, her hands on his neck and her legs squeezing tight as he took to the sky. She was going home.

Lengo pounced forward like a lioness with her blades penetrating deep into the enemy, blood seeping along the walkway and being soaked up into the gravel and staining the grass leaving a scar on mother nature. Krona heard a clunk of a mace hitting his shield and then the heavy weight of an overly large man up against him making him stumble a couple of steps towards the cliff edge, turning he saw an arrow protruding from a mans eye socket; quickly turning he slid his blade into another and then searched for another enemy.

"No! Kael hurried to her side and yelled. Damon moved ahead of the charging shadow monsters, his blade flashing as he struggled to keep us safe. I raised the heavenly blade high and turned back to the anchor. "This is over!" In my hands, the celestial blade's brilliance pulsed in time with my heart's thunderous beat. The anchor was in front of me, its surface pulsing with the might of the Void and cracking. The air felt heavy and oppressive as if a hiss of dark energy were released with every fracture.

he says darkly, he leaves my hand, he turns around towards Hera's dungeon but I run and stand in his way. I put my hand on his chest to stop him "You will not touch her, she's helping us" I say standing my ground, he pushes my hand away as if it burned his skin, I look at my hanging hand in shock. "She is ruining us" he puffs out an angry breath, and walks past me hurriedly. "Reject me Dominic! reject me now!" I scream behind him but he doesn't stop to answer. "I Celeste, the choosen Luna of the Red Moon pack reject....." My words are cut short as Dominic reaches to me in no time and pulls my hair, "SHUT UP!" He screams, his whole body shaking in anger.

If I hadn't stopped that attack, I might have died. Analyze! [Meteor Blade] [A blade fashioned from old stars that have fallen from the sky. It is one of the world's most powerful substances.] "Hmmm...interesting." I then took a glance at the sword I was wielding. There was a minor scratch in the middle. It was at this point that the two blades collided. Despite the fact that my blade was an artefact honed with a Unique rank core, this unrefined blade was able to damage it. "Wise, you there?"

Hellebore Dagger – twin to the blade, smaller, venom-green edge. 5. Progenitor Heart #1 – ruby, coyote-shaped, beating. 6. Progenitor Heart #2 – amethyst, wolf-shaped, howling. 7. Morua Blood Compass – brass, spinning, pointing nowhere—yet. Ana (reverent): “Dacia’s first seven. The other forty are locked—not by time, but by strength. You must grow first. This is only the beginning.” Celeste (hand on katana): “The blade.” Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive.

With a thrust of his spear, he pierced through one woolly mammoth. Since he had no one to protect him, he could not unseal his restrictions like Lynn to directly reach stage nine of the martial celestial god realm. Seeing Walter and Barry help him block the charging mammoths while Lynn was still unsealing her restrictions, Chase launched an offensive against her. He waved his right hand, and the Greedy Wolf Blade appeared. The blade, several thousand feet long, slashed down from the sky, cutting a blank area through the hundred thousand troops Lynn had summoned. Green blood and Zago corpses were scattered everywhere, emitting waves of foul stench.

Her hands fumbled in the corner, the sound of zippers and clattering makeup spilling onto the floor. “I—I can’t find it!” she stammered. The shadow creature twisted under me, throwing its weight. My grip slipped, claws raking down my ribs. Pain flared white and hot. “You’ll find it now,” I snapped, forcing its head against the rug. “Or she dies!” That jolted her. Pelin scrambled to her bag, yanking the red crescent blade free. It glowed faintly, the markings along its edge pulsing like embers.