Divine Blade Novels & Stories

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

He tried to infuse vast amounts of mana into it, the divine blade erupted with terrifying power immediately, causing the space in front of it to become as fragile as paper. Severin couldn't help but sigh. "What a treasure!" With the Loren Divine Blade as his protective divine weapon, Severin felt that he could slay a level six paragon. Although it was indeed incredible against three small levels, how could the power of the Loren Divine Blade be compared to ordinary elite-quality spiritual treasures? With such a treasure to protect him, he could go anywhere without fear. The

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Gavin unleashed everything he had, pushing his divine ability—Rending Wind Blades—to its limit. Countless blades crashed down on Lawrence in a relentless barrage. With Lawrence's stamina and spiritual energy nearly depleted, it looked like he had no way to withstand the attack. Glancing upward at Gavin, he tightened his grip on the Sovereign Silver Spear. Then, he swept it in a wide arc and shouted, "Break it!" A torrent of power burst out and met the descending wind blades head-on. Piercing explosions followed as the spear force filled the sky, breaking them apart one after another before driving straight into Gavin.

"I knew you still loved me. We need to talk to the moon goddess about her sacred bonds, they brainwash peo-" A gasp leaves her lips as she staggers away from him. "Nathaniel?" Looking down at her chest, she sees a blade sticking out but it not just any blade, it's a starlight blade. A starlight blade is said to be the only thing strong enough to kill a god, though that is a myth. It can only harm a god but it's nothing that they can't heal, that doesn't mean they can heal it completely. "But why... You always keep your promises." She looks down at the blade digging deeper into her chest and back at Nathan.

Fighting in human form will be more advantageous than in werewolf form, which means fighting to death. Blade was lost in her thoughts, so she did not notice that Medina attacked her again. Blade has no choice but to attack her again. She was thankful that Medina did not let others intervene. However, Blade already knew she was at a disadvantage with her fight with Medina. The longer the fight gets, the more powerful Medina gets. And Blade could not see most of her attack. She had suffered a lot of injuries, making her speed and attacks dull. But Medina also got a lot of injuries from her, although her attacks were weak. Eventually, Blade's knees weakened and she knelt, Medina kicked her head

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

his voice drifted through the ionizing air, calm as a priest’s. “The one with the pulse-dampener. Take the legs first.” I didn't answer, but my body pivoted. I dropped low, my silk maternity robe snapping like a whip as I swept the lead Harvester's shins. The Sovereign strength was a terrifying, heavy thing—the titanium alloy buckled under my strike with the crunch of dry wood. As it hit the floor, I buried the Phantom Blade in its chest plate, punching through the heart of the power core. Another surge. The smell of scorched insulation and hot copper filled the nursery.

He stepped forward immediately, face contorted in a livid scowl as he struck the Reverend who defended with crossed cracked veils twice in annoyed rage. The High blade attacked with another Most Reverend in toll, forcing Berlak back just as the priest’s veils shattered under the blow and Berlak’s sword bit into the flesh of his shoulder. Surprisingly, Berlak took his sword with him as he was forced back, ripping the inflicted wound apart and leaving a far messier cut than it should have been.

The leader of the disciples from the Thousand Leaves, Graham Eliot, let out a light snort before attacking a Divine warrior as well. He held a green-colored sword in hand. His white robes fluttered even with the lack of any wind. He stepped in a gust of wind, his sword aimed right at the Divine warrior. The Divine warrior split into two bodies after a radiant glow from his blade as usual. The Divine warrior was incredibly quick and charged forward at Graham like a bullet.

You are finally free from me. I struggled to breathe, each gasp growing weaker until—I knew nothing. --- "This will be your final cultivation before becoming the Divine Moon Goddess, Seline. You will experience love, pain, and unbearable sorrow. These emotions will make you stronger." What is this voice inside my head? Am I not dead yet? But if I’m alive, then why do I see nothing but endless darkness? "Love and betrayal will test the depths of your heart’s strength." I wanted to know who was speaking, but it was hopeless. I tried to speak, but no sound came out. Where is my voice? Did I lose it again?