Crimson Blade Novels & Stories

Queen Selene stepped forward and held out the Crimson Blade—the weapon forged from the Dark Blade itself. Only this weapon possessed enough ancient power to force Roosevelt into his eternal slumber. Levi accepted it silently. He and Erin gripped the sword together. A portal of shimmering light opened before them. Without another word... The two stepped through it. The portal closed. Only to reopen an instant later... Directly in front of Roosevelt. Before Arin could even react— The Crimson Blade pierced straight through Roosevelt's heart. His body jerked violently. Blood spilled from his lips. Time itself seemed to stop.

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

Huminga ako nang malalim, hinihintay ang gagawin niya. Hellios' POV “Ohhh! F*ck youuuu!” Crimson cried out loud when Yvan whipped her back using a bladed whip. Sumabit ang blade sa balat niya kaya naman puwersahang hinila iyon ni Yvan na nagdulot ng pagkahiwa ng kanyang laman. Sumirit agad ang dugo sa likod ni Crimson. “Whoa HAHAHAHAHA!” “Yes! Keep doing that. She likes it!”

FRIDAY Ire bubbled under my skin. My usual dormant beast had been awoken again. My limbs were trembling because of the effort I used to keep myself from dashing at the tree and tearing him apart. He looked at us one by one through his dark cold eyes. "Do it... Let's see how fast you can cover the distance before I slit her throat." He materialized a long bladed silver knife and put the blade to Dawn's throat and I tried as hard as I could to stop myself from moving from the spot I was.

This blade was named Chaos Blade, the symbol of the garrison leader, and it didn't belong to Adrian. Yet, in such a critical moment, he had managed to call upon it. As soon as the Chaos Blade appeared in Adrian's hand, his aura surged, filling the air with sizzling sounds. When his intensified aura covered the blood-red ghostly hands, sounds of sizzling echoed through the air. The ghostly hands began to melt away at a visible rate, just like the earlier Blood Specters.

"This is the legendary Crimson Blood Sword from the reign of the Blood Emperor. Although its grade isn't quite at disaster rank, it can drain the blood of living beings to refill its owner's power. When a specific number of lives have been sacrificed, the blade itself can evolve to the Disaster rank." The Count elaborated. His eyes were drawn to the weapon. "With its blood-stealing qualities, it may be stated that this is an ideal blade for somebody who lives on the battlefield." I was taken aback. The name of the sword differed from what the system displayed. Wait a second... Did this auction house just give it a random name because they didn't know what it was? I chuckled. "The Crimson Blo

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

Blade sprang into action to catch it, but the boar was wild and rabid and was not surrendering without a fight. Even before Blade got even a slight scratch from the wild boar, it just dropped dead on his feet. I had to tell the spirits not to interfere with Blade unless I asked them to. They agreed, but a few days later, while Blade was sparring with one of his warriors, his body was enveloped in a black mist, and I had to scream and ask them to stop. I was terrified that if Mike attacked Blade, he would just drop dead. So, at this point, Blade and I decided that he was not to go into any friendly combat with anyone until I could make the spirits stop overprotecting him.

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.