Novel & Cerita Ethereal Blades

The Veil’s voice roars—Convergence, the heart endures—and the blade’s runes blaze, its song a call to war. The vision fades, and I roar, slashing the Voidborn’s blade, lunar light burning, Aelys’s aura merging with mine. Cassia’s fire erupts, Renn’s relics flare, Maddox’s shadows bind, Sylvara’s vines lash, and Lysara, Zorath, and Valthor strike, their starlight blades glowing. Seris hesitates, then joins, her Lightweavers’ blades flashing, a fragile alliance.

She scrubbed ignoring the red scratches she got in the process Adele scrubbed harder, as though she could wash away not just the dirt and sweat but the memory of his touch. Tris' hands, too rough, too strong, too invasive, still haunted her. She could feel them even now, his hands on her, lingering like a ghost on her skin. She scrubbed until her arms stung and fresh scratches marred her already bruised body, but it wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't erase the sensation of him.

Alika’s POV My hand trembled as I unwrapped the black cloth on the stone altar. Inside, a silver blade gleamed—engraved with ancient markings. Seven circular lines pointing to a single center. This knife wasn’t just a tool. It was a key. I could feel it in my bones. The metal was ice-cold, as if it hadn’t been touched since the beginning of time. Ethan stood beside me. Silent. Empty-eyed. But still Ethan. At least, physically. I knew some part of him was still fighting inside. I wanted to call his name. To hold his face. But there was no time.

The strings followed next, adding soft, haunting notes. With each beat, the magic around Althea pulsed stronger. The wind blades swirled faster, the water blade glimmered like liquid moonlight, and the flame blade curved through the air like a living ribbon. The ice blade left faint trails of frost that shimmered briefly before vanishing. She moved with perfect control, her expression serene, completely lost in the flow of it. Every motion was fluid, yet carried a strength that made even the most seasoned warriors stare in awe.

The secret panel slid back out under my hand. The hellblades glowed before I even touched them, still reacting to Aziz unsettling presence, like sudden heartbeats of red. I lifted them free, one crescent for Eren, one for Pelin. “Take these,” I said. “Keep them on you wherever you go. Neither of you have what I have.” “What do you have?” Pelin asked softly. “Aziz,” I said. It tasted like a confession and a curse. The blades warmed their hands. Red bled into their eyes for a second, quick and eerie. Eren whistled under his breath. “They’re so glowy.”

That was the only mercy in the moment, and it was a thin one. Celeste angled Hellebore a fraction higher. Not a threat. A declaration. Ares’s eyes dropped to the blade and lingered there, as if he could not decide whether it offended him or fascinated him more. “You are standing on mortal ground with a weapon in your hand and an aura that should not belong to you.” Celeste did not lower the sword. “And yet it does.” The gold in her eyes deepened. The electricity in her hair brightened. The sand beneath her feet shifted again, deepening the concavity by another inch.

I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding. But if he was not here for that, what did he come here for? “I want you to get a blade for me” he continued, overlooking the balcony and the stables below from a distance with his eyes. When I still remained silent, he carried on “the vendor must not know you’re from the castle or have any connections with us. All you’re permitted to say is that you need an enchanted blade for protection. There’s a chance he would bring out the specific blade I seek with the rest of his collection. You would purchase the blade and return to the castle. If the blade is not among the pile he displays to you, press further and if he does not give in, purchase