Divine Blade Novels & Stories

Although he was yet to be acknowledged as a blade master, Boro was a few steps away from that title officially. There were a few ways to obtain the title of blade master. The most common way was to defeat a titled master in a duel, whether that be a duel to the death or not, beating someone who holds that title, usually witnessed by others to authenticate the claim, would allow one to become a blade master. Furthermore, being tutored by an acknowledged master, and in turn being acknowledged by that master, was another way for one to finally obtain that title.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

“No matter what happens after, I will take the spell. You don’t have to kill me.” He took a slow breath. “I’m ready,” he said. “Use it on me.” “Remember,” Divine said calmly, “you were the ones who asked for this.” She took out a small blade and sliced the side of her hand. I watched the blood well up. Without hesitation, she used the same blade again. Just like my father used to do, she murmured words under her breath and cut Salcan’s skin. Then she turned and did the same to the general. When she stepped back, nothing happened.

Stop teasing and give him a weapon already ( with a chuckle) ZINO : Yeah, I’m gonna give him…. First sealing thunder : seal of the almighty : reverse holding – Blade of the divine unbound ( a white portal opens with a blade coming out it’s appearance was quite shiny with bright light being emitted from it) DAVID : Hey buddy, missed me ( taking the blade in hand)…. Be misbehaving ( referring to Zino) ZINO : Still talking ,short stuff?? ( with the group bursting into laughter) David grunts before rushing to join in the fight

I turned my back on him and stalked away, further into the gardens of the rundown mansion of where we had found the nest. “Harper,” he called after me, but I didn’t stop. I worked hard these last six months, taking down this scum. I was still figuring out what being a warrior of the Divine Order meant. I knew I looked like I took to it easily, but I still had questions. My knowledge amounted to that I could fight faster and better and when I touched my angel blade, it glowed and neutralised those with demon blood, turning their own blood against them. I didn’t have an angel sitting on my shoulder. It didn’t work that way for us. We were the angel not separate from it.

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

‘Let’s get this over with,’ He said. I held my left palm up. On my wrist where a symbol had been inked. I placed my other hand over it and a soft glow appeared in it and it materialized into a special weapon. The devil's blade. It belonged to the Nightshade bloodline and was a gift from Daemon. Zayden's eyes shimmered as he caught sight of the blade. “Interesting. This would be fun,” His eyes gleamed a malevolent red, his demon seething just beneath the surface.

I so deeply loved my people. Renewed, I scurried back to the workroom, distributing sandwiches and coffee. Alex was hunched over the book, only his attention was not focused on a page, but rather the back cover. He felt carefully along the seam of the leather bound book, tracing the line where the paper met cover, as if he was looking for a weak spot. In his hand rested a small blade, and he raised it after a few moments. He stuck his tongue out slightly between his lips in concentration, his curly hair flopping down and brushing against the page as he sliced it open with surgical precision. He peeled back the canvas layer of the inner cover and sighed in relief, pulling out a piece of folde

Anastasia said, pressing the knife a bit, making him feel it, grazing his skin “how many are you?” “Twenty-five” he said, shaking his head at her, his body already shaking. “Are they all armed?” she said, her question direct. “Yes” “Is there anything else that you want to know, Alpha?” She asked, looking at Dante who smirked, putting a hand on her shoulder as he squeezed it gently. He shook his head, and smiling, she looked at me, removing the knife from his cock before extending it to me “would you like to do the honor, or…?”