Cursed Blade Novels & Stories

And when the first blade was an inch from my throat,I inhaled and the world stood stilled. Every blade froze in the air, trembling like frightened birds. Then I exhaled. And the blades shattered like glass dropped on a stone. Veyra staggered back, her face pale. “Impossible.” I stepped forward. “You think your little parlor tricks scare me?” I asked. “You’ve never bled for power, never walked the Hollow Path, and never faced the Queen and lived.” I raised one hand. A violet flame curled from my palm and wrapped around her.

The inscribed blade was a special gift given to him many years ago to rid the world of a terrible warlock that was difficult to kill. Haldir figured if it could kill a terrible creature like Selvin, then it should slice through a human without much trouble. It was made of elven steel and carried a curse so powerful that if it even touched his enemy, they would die…and stay that way. Haldir threaded the sheath through his belt loop then refastened the leather.

You know why you are here, gods; I have wanted this for a long time now, but Riley, she still believed you could be saved, but you fucked up big time, and now she wouldn't mind me ending you. "You can't kill me." "Not yet, but I wonder what the Cursed Weapon does to you." I stabbed the cursed weapon into where his heart should be— assuming he had one, and he groaned out in pain. I took the weapon out, and black blood poured through the cut; unlike the others, it didn't heal back. "It doesn't kill you, but the result isn't that so bad, is it?" I stabbed him in the eye, twisting before pulling. "Stop," he gasped. "What do you want?"

She had a wrapping around her eyes, and her stomach was slightly larger than the last time I had seen her. “Gross,” Juliana said under her breath as Sable leaned into him, and I shook my head as he moved his hand up and into her hair. Cain suddenly twisted it, pulling her head back as he unsheathed a curved silver blade from his hip and lifted it to her throat. Her cry of terror was audible through the thin wall of the house, and I panicked, standing. I had seen the blade before in some of my father’s books. It was a Binding Blade.

"Your injury is already healing up Chris. Go finish what you started. Go fulfill your destiny before it's too late. Go!" Chris abruptly stands, picks up the sword, and disappears. He appears before the Cursed who was covered in blood from head to toe and was just a step to enter the pit. The Cursed growls at him and raises his hand to fling him away but Chris dodges and in a loud voice kicks him in the loins making him land on the ground and the ground vibrates. "Goodbye great God of the underworld" he whispers and plunges the sword into his heart pushing it so deep that only the head of the sword was up.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

A blade such as that, has no place in the realm of mortals. The Blade of Eternal Light is one of a kind. It was forged and imbued with one purpose and one purpose alone. The ability to separate two souls. When I discovered Alcmene’s curse, this knife was the weapon I used to attempt to put right what she had done. The balance could not be allowed to shift. The Fates would not allow it and because it was my power that she used to create her living puppets, I was held responsible for rectifying the mess.

Arth smiled apologetically, “So the blade is cursed?” “Yes … it is. But the power it gives to the wielder is massive. The only concern is that the wielder does not control the sword … it is the sword that controls the wielder instead. The blade feeds on the souls of those who were slain by it, Arth. It devours their revenge and murderous intents that made those unworthy wielders go insane.” “You’re making it sound so scary … and dangerous. I feel like … I don’t want to find it anymore.”

Odin’s P.O.V Ugh, what’s up with the pain spreading far and across my body? I feel as if something is making my body feel numb. I can’t feel anything anymore. ‘’ This is the curse which you are born. The curse which is going to kill you eventually.’’ A woman’s voice whispered in my ears. I opened up my eyes to see a woman standing in front of me. She had white hair, just like the light of the moon showering down its rays onto the ground.

His ruthless greed and hunger for power had poisoned him inside and out. Layla wondered about Nolwenn's curse placed on Ravana and those he turned. The First Chosen had said that to break her curse that Layla's heart would have to break one last time. With a shudder, she remembered when Atreus slit his own throat with the dagger. Her heart had broken the moment he died before being resurrected. Yet, the curse had not broken then. The curse finally broke when Atreus killed Ravana with The First Chosen's stake.