Ethereal Blades Novels & Stories

The blades passed through him like light, leaving nothing but a dull ringing in their wake. Ethan jumped backwards as quickly as he could to put distance between himself and Echo Wraith but then he tripped over his own feet and stumbled, falling face forward. His legs ached fiercely, he could barely breathe, and his head felt like someone was pounding repeatedly on a steel drum, while at the same time he couldn't see, hear, think, or feel anything. He rolled backwards onto his feet and tried to get into a defensive posture when he saw the priestess kill them with her sword. She cast her sword with a spell of banishment and light. As the wraith drifts toward Ethan, its form shifting and con

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

Every time our blades met, the air around us shattered like glass, revealing glimpses of different timelines—the North as a desert, the North as a machine, the North as a dream. Aethelred moved with a fluid, terrifying grace. He didn't use strength; he used Permeability. He would turn into mist just as my blade struck, only to reform behind me, his scythe carving through the air with the sound of a falling star. "The Conductor seeks to control the Source," Aethelred resonated, his voice a sound of crushing ice. "But the Source cannot be controlled. It can only be Endured." "I'm not here to control it!" I screamed, parrying a strike that sent a shockwave of indigo fire across the platform. "I

Her skill was called Serenity, but the weapons she used were unusual—they were embroidery needles. With a wave of the hand, she sent needles flying. The threads attached to the end of the needles weren’t ordinary. Silver in color and as fine as vellus hair, they were likely silk. After that, the orange wind blades reappeared. The tough silk was burned by the blades. Even the needles melted. Besides that, the blades seemed to be spiritual. After they destroyed the weapons, they headed out of the tunnel and targeted Claudia. Numerous wind blades dashed across the air, rattling against one another loudly. The bright flames slashed the sky open as if they could destroy everything in the world.

“Who are you?” Dragging all of my attention. The atmosphere surrounding me starts to change that the day became night and the light gradually crumbles into clouds of dust. Beaming in an ocean blue celestial body, the crepuscular ambient ignited making all the things visible. The lilac canopy on the tall trees, the floating sparkling specks of dust-like particles around, and down to where my feet land is a frozen river so clear and lucent. “You are the blade, Adira. Find your way back to him, back to where it all started.”

Blair chimes as she brings me the black and white pinstripe suit. “Huh? That would just make her look like a grandmother. Like you do,” Princess Scarlette snickers as Blair glared at her menacingly. “What did you say?!” Blair yelled. “Hey! Hey! No need to fight both are beautiful but...” I tried to stop them from fighting when I saw Cordelia at the corner of my eyes looking at something. I stepped towards Cordelia as I passed Princess Scarlette and Blair as I went to crouch in an eye-level with Cordelia and smiled.

Eileen saw that and called out again, "Infernal Blade!" The hundred swords multiplied into a thousand swords, hovering around Suelyn. There was a spirit energy connection between each sword, turning them into a prison of swords. The Infernal Blade attacked, and a thousand swords slashed and stabbed Suelyn at various angles. At last, they were able to stop Suelyn from moving closer to Eileen. Constantine took the opportunity to let out a cry, his holy light attacks increasing in speed and power as well. Suelyn was starting to be annoyed by the endless attacks. She let out a furious roar, and the blood lake began to bubble.

The invincible threads, though stretched to their limits, pulsed with the rhythm of his heartbeat, a constant reminder of the love that fueled his every move. As the clash of blades and the howls of creatures continued, Seraphina, hidden away in the birthing sanctuary with their child, felt the echoes of the war through the invincible threads. Each wave of turmoil, each surge of magic, reached her like a spectral touch, binding her to the tumultuous events unfolding beyond the sanctuary's serene borders.

A blade such as that, has no place in the realm of mortals. The Blade of Eternal Light is one of a kind. It was forged and imbued with one purpose and one purpose alone. The ability to separate two souls. When I discovered Alcmene’s curse, this knife was the weapon I used to attempt to put right what she had done. The balance could not be allowed to shift. The Fates would not allow it and because it was my power that she used to create her living puppets, I was held responsible for rectifying the mess.