Cursed Blade Novels & Stories

If she couldn't have him, if she couldn't win, then neither could that pathetic human girl. Her hand moved with supernatural speed, drawing a jagged, cursed blade from the folds of her silk dress. The weapon was ancient and forged in darkness, possessing an edge sharp enough to cut through souls. "If I can't have you, she'll never have you either!" she declared with madness and bitter hatred. Before Zavian could do anything but watch in absolute horror, Yuna plunged the blade deep into her own heart. The sound it made was wet and completely obscene. She twisted the hilt, ensuring maximum damage so there would be no coming back from this.

"That's been lost for twenty years. How do you have it?" "Because I took it when I faked my death. Took it thinking I might need leverage someday, a relic with power that could be useful." Thaddeus's laugh was bitter. "Funny how objects find their purpose. This blade can cut supernatural bonds. Any bond. Including curses rooted in someone's soul." "You're lying," Morwyn said, but she moved closer, her ancient eyes studying the knife with interest. "That blade... I recognize the craftsmanship. It's genuine. But using it to cut a curse would require..."

It strikes them all with such force that it blows them all back into the wall of the cliff. Afterward, they peel off the wall of the cliff and tumble into the ocean, like ragdolls. “I could so have a little fun with this,” Drake says to himself. He then forms a sword made out of lightning. He charges at the remaining sea monsters and starts slicing them all to pieces. They prove to be no match for him at all. After fighting his way to the front of the cave, as he is getting ready to enter, he hears a strange sound. Then all of a sudden, he is hit with such force that it throws him back and into the air. He hits the water’s surface hard but recovers quickly. He looks up and sees tentacles c

Sorrow and something deeper—something feral and protective that hadn’t been there before. “We’ll make them,” he said. “We’ll burn every last one of them if we have to.” His hand slid around mine, steadying the blade. “We finish this,” he said. Together, we pulled it free. The next few hours blurred. The pack buried their fallen. Ronan confirmed what Cian had said—the blade was cursed. A binding death spell. Designed to trap my soul, not just kill the body. Whoever sent it wanted to end me permanently. And Cian had stepped between me and that fate.

“The Blade bears the Mirror Hunger. A curse meant to devour the bond and leave the vessel pure. Only we can slow it, but not stop it. Not here.” “Where?” I demanded. “The Cradle of First Blood,” the elder intoned. “Beneath the cursed forest’s heart. But the path is barred to all but the Vessel. You must take him alone.” Murmurs rippled through the pack. Accusations flew because "she brought this curse. The heir is a weapon." The Alpha dies because of her. I felt every stare like a blade. Selene stood at the edge of the crowd and Elias was clinging to her side, her face pale but unreadable.

I chuckled lightly and stood up, I put my hands behind me and strode down to them, I bent down and held his chin, causing him to face me. "I'll ask one last time, who are you?" I said. "Got to hell, you don't scare me, weakling!" He swore. I laughed heartily and stood up, I squatted and asked the other soldier who also not only cussed but spat on my face. Darren wanted to strike and I once again stopped him. I giggled and suddenly withdrew a sword from a nearby guard's sword sheath and cut off the left arm of the one who spat on me.

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

The ancient chamber pulsed with arcane energy, the air thick with wards and dark incantations that reeked of the priests' interference. Ophelia, blood crusted in her skin and barely upright, met his gaze with unflinching resolve. “Let’s end this quickly. I don’t have all day,” he murmured, pulling something from the side, a jagged blade, blackened like scorched bone and humming with cursed energy. The sight of it made Ophelia’s heart falter. She remembered the blade. It didn’t just cut, it devoured. It stripped life force, severed the soul from flesh.

She turned to Vivian, who wore the same type of creepy smile. “What the hell does she mean by that?” my wolf, Amber, asked inside my mind. She was tired of Vivian and Veronica’s constant bullying, but, for my dad’s sake, I had made her promise not to hurt them. “But…” I was sure I’d heard correctly. I had no doubt that Vivian had cried over her mate bond with a cursed wolf. “But nothing, Lila,” Veronica said. “My daughter can’t be mated to a cursed wolf. He doesn’t even have a pack!” Her eyes were wild with fury.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."