Enchanted Justice Blade Novels & Stories

I asked Cael, my voice filled with determination and a hint of fear. I walked slowly, each step heavier than the last, closer to Cael. "I am the blade," he said, his eyes meeting mine with unwavering resolve. “I am not just a weapon—I am the will of the ancients, forged in magic. But your soul must light the flame. The weapon is nothing without me. But it cannot awaken without you. But to wield me, you must first prove your worth." "What do you mean?" Fiona clutched the remnants of her light, her voice shaking. “You are a blade? That’s why they chained you…”

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”

Her gaze found Elena’s and held it. “Then you arrived. And I saw something I thought had vanished from this house fifteen years ago—Mr. Dante smiling. Not the practiced smile from the boardroom. A real one. From within.” Agnes reached out and squeezed her hand. “You brought light back to a house imprisoned in darkness for too long.” Elena went still. The light Agnes honored was, in truth, a blade. Quietly sharpened. Waiting for the moment to cut. ✘ ✘ ✘

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

It's alright Ma'am. (Kelly's phone rings) Kelly, yes Sir. I'm sorry to call you by this time of the day, but I couldn't wait any longer. I know you travelled this weekend to go see your parents and Mondays are usually your days off, but do you mind coming in on Monday? We have a case of a missing person that came in yesterday. Do you mind taking a go at it? Well, uhmmm, well Sir. Kelly, are you okay? Yes, Sir. Are you sure? You know what, I'm giving you an extra week off. But Sir, that won't be necessary. I can handle the case. I know you can, but right now you are not in your best frame of mind, so take the week off, thank me later. But Sir, what about the case? Kelly asked. I'll have Harve

Lily raises the sword into the air, white lightning immediately connecting to it from every direction, turning the night into day. “Rise my people. It is time to bring peace to Araphyra.”. She says and Lucero raises up on her hind legs, just as a light and warmth radiates from the sword surrounding everyone in the courtyard and the forest. The combined power of the sword, Lucero, Hera and Lily infuses the crowd, strengthening all of us. When the light dies down, Lily once again slides off Lucero and walks directly to Dominic and Tialha. She lays the sword over Dominic’s shoulder and back and I watch as the light emanates from Lily's forehead, down her body, through the sword and into Domini

His dad always tell him that when he is of age, he would take him to a place where he was going to learn how to shoot guns and do cool stuffs. Bianca's father suddenly regretted why he was waiting for Bruno to be eighteen before introducing him as the heir to the Blade. He was shocked that a little boy of Bruno's age was pointing a gun at him and he was helpless at the moment. All of a sudden, Bianca's mother began to beg, assuring them that it wasn't her husband that attacked them and that they should spare her family. She kept on begging Cassio profusely. Although he didn't want to believe that they were telling the truth but at the same time he wasn't also sure if they were lying.