Cursed Blade Novels & Stories

Instead, she cut her wrist and as the drops fell on the earth, she said these words. “I, Sabrina Weston, curse you Lightning Sauron, son of Lucifer Sauron, never to feel the bond of a mate, never to be humane to women. The beast shall not depart from you. I curse you to be worse than your father!” I believed she was babbling and killed her nevertheless. I swallowed and turned to my mother with cold and mean eyes. “No.” I walked away. “Why didn’t you fucking tell her?!” Blaze lashed out at me.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

We were almost out of there when 20 more men showed up with guns and swords. "You ready, Vic?" "I was born ready." I shifted and started tearing apart the men one by one. None of their guns could hit me. I was too fast, and it was too small a room. Before I finished the last few, I felt a sword slice through my hind leg and side. The pain was excruciating. It was too much to bear. There must have been poison on it. I shifted back, trying to catch my breath. When the man who cut me just exploded. Like in thin air, I looked up to see Oliver, one open eye, one-handed bow, trick arrows. I laughed and shook my head. He always had his gadgets. I always made fun of him for that, but he always came

“And you speak of the curse as if it were a chain. But it was never punishment.” Her glowing gaze fell on Anastasia. “It was a trial. A test for the blood of the old and new. For centuries, you’ve called it a curse, blamed it on betrayal, fear, and forgotten gods. But it was always meant to reveal one who could bear both light and tide. She is that vessel.” Gasps. “Who… who are you?” Halren asked, trembling. “I am Seris. First Blade of the Moon,” the warrior spirit said. “And I bear witness to the truth.”

I sit on the bed where he is laying and I cannot utter words from my mouth. It feels like it was only yesterday that we were torn apart and I thought he was gone forever. I hold his hand and I close my eyes to search for his wolf. “I am silent, holding his hand and searching for any part of him that I could wake.” The cursed knife is something I know nothing about and I have no idea what it is doing to him. Why will it not just kill if it is so deadly? Why was the cursed knife used only on Cult and not others who tried to attacked in defense?

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Each bore a different relic—an oath dagger, a crown shard, a vial of black fire. But Lucien walked to the center. There, in a glass casing, lay the object he’d come for: A blade, black as obsidian, humming with broken oaths. The **Kavari Blade.** He stared at it for a long moment. It had been lost for decades—sealed by Seraphine’s grandfather. Its edge was cursed to only draw blood from those who betray their vows. And he would need it soon. He reached for the glass. But before he could touch it—

" Controlled...or blinded by the jealousy. Even if you were controlled you knew what were you doing. You could have easily stopped as you know ,the cursed fire is not yet strong. But you were burning in the fire called revenge, you wanted to punish her who dared to leave you .You did what you wanted ,by pouring all your frustration. You could have even easily found out of her being poisoned if you were not too blinded. You are fucking the alpha with all the might. I was blocked by the curse but you were not. You are the one who is responsible for all the damn thing. If you agree or not doesn't matter. It's you who is the reason of her condition .You whose curse is killing her .Only and onl