Novel & Cerita Ethereal Blades

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

" Clang! As his fingers pluck the strings, the zither resounded! Five consecutive waves of sound blades, like a scythe of death, carved out five straight paths in the air, firmly locking onto Caleb and the others' necks and appearing to sever their heads! In that brief moment of less than a thousandth of a second... Twang! A snapping sound! The five sound blades disintegrated simultaneously in front of Caleb and the others, bursting into waves of air ripples and blowing their hair wildly without leaving a scratch on them.

"She’s marked by Lucian. Did you forget? Or did you think you could share?" Light gathered around him. Not in beams. In blades. A hundred of them. They floated in the air, pointed at Elias-and-Jace, at me, at the boat. "Light’s Edict," Darius said. "One form. It’s all I need." He flicked his ear. The blades moved. Elias-and-Jace didn’t run. They opened their mouth. Lightning came out. Not like a beam but a net. It caught the blades. Half of them. The other half kept coming.

I really love you. Through the lines, I only read his reluctance. Without hesitation, I blocked the number that I could recite even in my dreams. On the wedding day, Colin, covered in blood, crawled across the road and blocked our path. Through the car window, I saw him drag himself toward us. He shouted, "Selena, help me! I regret it so much. Come and see me." It was a horrific scene, making me jump. Lucien quickly covered my eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away."

He felt the shift in the air pressure, the sudden, violent displacement of the holographic cherry blossoms. The white blade materialized aimed directly at Dax's neck. Dax ducked, the blinding corrupted sub-ether searing the collar of his leather cut as it passed over him. He spun on his heel, driving his Phase-Knife in a brutal upward arc toward the Shogun's exposed chrome ribs. CLANG. The Shogun parried the strike with blinding speed, the clash of blue and white sub-ether sending a localized shockwave through the courtyard that cracked the obsidian floor beneath their boots.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

I said, my eyes darkening with a quiet, dangerous anticipation. For a fraction of a second, nothing happened. And that less than a second felt like forever, stretching unnaturally as though time itself hesitated under the weight of what was about to unfold. Then— The air shifted. A faint, almost imperceptible displacement brushed against my face, as though the wind itself had been sliced open by something sharper than steel. Kyde had barely adjusted his stance, his grip tightening on his dagger, his body hunched with the intent of lunging forward, muscles coiling in preparation to strike first.

“Mwahaha, I want every last one of them. Don’t make me wait!” I opened the lid. Inside lay the legendary hellblades, their malevolent aura instantly unmistakable in the dim room. And of course, the ancient weapons immediately sensed the demon’s presence channeling through my body, and the metal edges began to gleam with a sinister red light. Tethys’s feeling of absolute triumph surged through my veins like a lethal poison. But as I looked closer at the velvet lining, I realized one of the blades was missing. The last blade, the specific one that Manolya always kept close to her person for protection, wasn’t in the box.