Enchanted Justice Blade Novels & Stories

None of the Blades did per his research on the family so it was not something he did not suspect. “Oh really? You stood me up for two good hours for what? Some Blade’s bitch?” Justice did not hide his anger, as he stared at Cleo with disdain but she only smiled back, pretending to not understand what they were saying, even when she had just been insulted. Whereas she marked him in her head to deal with him later. She listened to them while they continued to argue in Spanish. “Get a hold of yourself, Justice, she is my fiancé,” Jim spoke calmly in Cleo’s defense but Justice was still upset, asking and saying,

When it sensed Severin's joyous feeling, the blade shimmered with divine lights and was surrounded by chaotic energy. Finally, the chaotic energy turned into the word, 'Oculus Blade', and was engraved on the weapon. Seeing that, Severin was overjoyed as he grabbed it tightly in his hand. "I'm going to use the 81 Heavenly Celestial Tribulation to strengthen you today!"

“Oh, Seraphim’s blade. I’d never seen this in a long long time. Seraph Blade killed many of my people. Where did you get it, my dear?” “Not telling you anything.” He looked at Lucius. “Is this the same blade given to you by your father-in-law?” What was he talking about? I watched Ryden shift and divert his gaze away, looking hurt. “I wish, but that’s what killed her. Mine is safe somewhere.” Wait. What? He has a sword just like mine? “But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.”

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

Blade let out a sigh of relief and came to my side, starting to inspect me. "Are you feeling okay? Is it hurting anywhere?" He asked as he lightly touched my head. I gave him a small nod, clearing my throat before replying. "I'm okay...just that my head hurts a little..." I murmur. Blade let out another sigh of relief as Caspian looked at us with disdain, glaring at me particularly. "Don't worry, you'll be okay soon." Blade reassured me as he gently moved his hand over my wound, the pain immediately vanishing under his quietly spoken spell.

The sword was not heavy and was considered light compared to other legendary swords, but it had a slightly thicker blade. “Hmm… Maybe those stories might be real.” After inspecting the sword carefully, Delainey said, “A mysterious material is covering the blade of the sword. If I remember correctly, you’ll need to concentrate True Energy to break the cast covering the sword.” “Is that so?” James muttered doubtfully. “Yes, it is. You should give it a try, Mr. Caden.” Delainey passed the Blade of Justice back to James. James took the sword and activated Heavenly Breath.

I backed away, forced to retreat to the balcony. He stared at my arm, wanting nothing more than to slice it off. When I saw the menacing look in his eyes, I couldn't help wondering where things had gone wrong. This wasn't right. None of this was right! Why had my death been brought forward? Why couldn't I change the outcome? If I had the chance to do this again, I wouldn't make the same mistake!

I hissed, feeling the searing heat bite into my hand as the cursed substance oozed closer to the hilt. Wenally’s smirk faltered when I didn’t drop the sword. I tightened my grip, ignoring the pain. Jason’s blood was fighting the enchantment, and I could feel it—a quiet, steady resistance pushing back against the corruption. I used her moment of hesitation to my advantage, swinging my blade with all my strength. The edge of my sword caught her armor, slicing through the leather and drawing blood.

The thing he was referring to nonchalantly was his blood. That thing is his very own baby, that thing is part of him. Cassandra watched dreadfully as Kelly went to the kitchen Frantically searching for a knife. It was now or never, she would not give them the Honor. She loved them but they loved what she came with. The house, the cars, the money would be theirs but not the pleasure of them taking credit for her death. Cassandra dragged her limp body tiredly to the balcony railing. From there she could see the city's beauty emanating from below. The world indeed looked like its best at night-time.