Enchanted Justice Blade Novels & Stories

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.

I warned James, but I guess he didn’t have the balls to finish what I started. Elena’s eyes narrowed. And now you’ll try? I don’t try, he smirked, I win. With a flick of his wrist, a surge of raw power exploded from him, hurling dust and shards of marble into the air. Elena barely flinched. She unsheathed the curved blade strapped across her back, the same one that once belonged to her father. Flames danced faintly along its edge, it was more than steel, it was vengeance reborn. They lunged at each other simultaneously.

“Now tell us where Lucious is. We need to end this. We need justice for everyone he’s hurt — including you.” “So I was working with him…” Blade whispered. “The man who killed my mom and my mate…” His voice shattered. Julius stepped forward. “He manipulated you. That’s what he does.” Blade let out a hollow laugh. “He promised me something,” he said. “What?” I asked. Blade stared at the floor for a long moment, then spoke in a flat, empty voice. “He promised me an antidote. He said he would save Doris and make her mine.”

“I will find the book, and will offer it to your foe as a wreath.” Mayari Tabbu breathed in when the Phantom in front of her disappeared. For she could only think of a person who could have betrayed her and the Kingdom, and she thought what is the thing she was fearful of suddenly appeared. She stared at the Black Blade again and this time she reached out for it, her fingertips touching the brand. But then she felt the blade slice her finger, drawing blood from her hand. “An enchanted blade…” Her eyes widened at the thought. And now she’s even more curious about how the blade was made. And the woman or man who framed her — Mayari Tabbu could never forgive. Once she finds out the truth — the

Justice finishes talking, a gust of red wind appears and blows our hair all over. "Here," SpeedBlade screams, throwing everything in his arms right in front of Ms. Justice. The two of us, at first stun by his sudden appearance, barely have time to get out of the way as SpeedBlade throws everything down. A pile of machine parts; gears, pipes, some sheet metals, and other things, all collapse onto Ms. Justice's metal net.

The blade slid between her ribs with terrifying ease. Chaos erupted across the battlefield as Perseus moved with mechanical precision, pinning his wife to the blood-soaked earth with the very weapon she'd used against him. Eleanor's scream tore through the night air, mingling with Ravon's final, fading howl of agony from somewhere deep within her mind.

"And you still say you’re not a thief? A bracelet made of sapphires like this… Is that something a poor loser like you could afford?" Then he turned to Aurora with a spoiled tone. "Aurora, I like this bracelet. Will you give it to me?" Without even waiting for her answer, he slipped it onto his wrist. Seeing the only relic my mother left behind about to be tainted by this man, I rushed forward. "Let go! That’s something my mother left me. Give it back!" Amidst the struggle… Clink. The bracelet fell heavily to the floor and shattered instantly into several pieces.

He whirled, instantly shifting into a fighting stance, but one of the attackers had already drawn a weapon—a short blade that gleamed with an unnatural blue light. Silver-infused steel. Everything seemed to slow down. I saw the blade arcing toward Leo's back as he grappled with the first attacker. I saw Enzo's eyes flutter open, confusion and fear crossing his battered face. I saw my own hand reaching out uselessly, too far away to help.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.