Enchanted Justice Blade Novels & Stories

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.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Dr Mayumi said as Gildart replied, "Unless he was helped out" "Exactly" Dr Mayumi said as Damian replied, "It's now starting to make sense, how can a kid with low magic energy create a powerful slash?" "Yeah, this means someone helped him out. To be more specific, enchanted his blades with powerful energy" Dr Mayumi said. "I know it's acceptable in the adventurers exams but in the hunters exams, isn't it seen as cheating" Gildart asked as Damian replied, "Yes it does, but that doesn't disqualify him, instead it reduces his score by half"

“Leave it alone!” “What’s the matter?” “You forgot your reaction when you touched this blade back at Dragun Squad Base Camp. This blade has a devilish nature, so you can’t control it now.” “Back then, Blade Hero was known as the great warrior who was invincible in the Transformation Realm,” Tyr replied with a sigh. “He had reached the pinnacle of Transformation and was capable of wielding both the Celestial Blade and the Sword of Grace. Why can’t I control the Celestial Blade now that I’ve reached the pinnacle of Transformation?”

The Phantom Blade was too light for something designed to end a life. It sat in Damian’s palm, a sliver of polished titanium that seemed to pull the nursery’s amber light into its edge. Damian didn’t look like a man whose estate was currently being dismantled by orbital strikes. He looked like a man who had finally solved a tedious riddle. He rotated the needle between his thumb and forefinger, his movements slow, deliberate, and terrifyingly steady. "The lion’s head engraving," he murmured.

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!

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.