Ethereal Blades Novels & Stories

* *Silence. *Then Kairen nodded.* *"Take it," he said quietly.* *He raised his hand.* *Demonic essence poured from his palm.* *Red.* *Burning.* *Raw power.* *Aethros matched him.* *Divine light flooding outward.* *Silver.* *Pure.* *The two energies met.* *Collided.* *And instead of destroying each other—* *They* fused. *Creating something new.* *The blade.* *Whispering Steel.* *Born from sacrifice.*

Khalil explained. A loud screech from behind and up ahead caused us to pause. "Doesn't look like they're giving us much of a choice though," Abeel said, halting. The wraiths closed in from both sides. I tightened my grip on the twin blades, an eerie calm settling over me. The first wraith lunged at me, its shadowy tendrils reaching for my soul. With a swift spin, I deflected its advance, blades slashing through the darkness. The wraith vanished just before my blade touched it, leaving in its wake, a mossy mess.

We train with blades. Arielle’s hand flew to her own hilt, her gaze snapping to Ethan, who was watching them with so much intensity.

I looked past them, the fight was dying down and my guys were winning but they were too far. Selene closed her eyes and moaned like it felt good. Axel leaned in, lips by my ear. “Watch this.” He pulled a silver blade from his waistband. It was long, sharp and glowed faint blue from whatever poison coated it. He raised it high straight to my chest. At that moment, I had no strength left to move, so I just closed my eyes. Ethan’s scream made my eyes open fully. He was running at full speed towards me.

They were tall, elegant, and wore masks of hammered silver. ​Kael lunged forward, his blade humming with a dark red heat. He moved with a ferocity Seraphina hadn't seen before, parrying the Wraiths' ethereal blades. Arion joined him, his movements more fluid and chaotic, throwing daggers of liquid shadow that exploded on impact.

Whoosh! Rags' body glowed eerily as a terrific aura erupted away from his body, like there was a dazzling sun within unleashing waves of terrible sword flashes. The man himself was a sharp sword drawn, its edge at once deadly! "Look closely, Caleb! This is the Grand Death Slash—the signature Emperor-class sword technique of the Eternia Seminary!" Whoosh! He flew out rapidly right then, his sword flashes illuminating the skies like bolts of lightning as he danced through the ranks of his enemies and stabbed through them.

Keith glanced at his sword, a decision hardening in his eyes. Ember shone brighter than ever before, its form dissolving into pure, concentrated fire, splitting seamlessly into two blazing blades. A torrent of Sword Aura enveloped the weapons, and as he swung them outwards in a cross-body arc, the energy coalesced into the silhouette of a mighty, ethereal phoenix.

The crushing, two-ton weight of his Abyssal Armor pinned him to the cavern floor. "I tried to stop a harvest," Ren rasped, his aquatic voice grinding like two stones. He locked his abyssal black eyes onto the Executioner. Valerius stepped forward. He didn't walk; he glided. The localized wind-Aether swirling around his boots pushed the toxic fog and damp air away, creating a frictionless sphere around his body. The monomolecular blades extending from his forearms hummed with a terrifying, high-frequency vibration designed to separate molecules at the sub-atomic level.

The crisp sound cut through the rumble of collapsing rock in the chaotic basement. The thousands of black blade phantoms froze half a meter from Eira’s face, blocked by an invisible, unbreakable barrier. Crack, crack, crack... Golden fissures spread across every shadow, which then crumbled into black dust. Butcher’s proud Gravity Quagmire vanished completely with that single snap of her fingers. Dazed shock flashed across his pitch-black eyes. Before he could react, Eira pointed a finger toward him. Scattered moonlight in the air coalesced into hundreds of solid silver light swords, their edges sharp enough to slice the air, infused with powerful purification energy.

He bet on the speed of his Wyvern and the Sorcery spell he possessed. Ezekiel took a deep breath, magnifying the that enveloped his sword. While Ethan smirked and shouted, "You think that attack will work on me again?!" ***