Evolution Blades Novels & Stories

I said. "Why?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there." "That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added. She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except… "Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

Gabi commanded. “I… I… want to… talk to… Antony.” She stuttered out before focusing back on the wall instead of Gabi. “Shit. I don’t know how she is doing it. But she is ignoring the command. Levi, use your spiral knife. Left thigh.” Gabi said nodding to me. Sighing, I looked at my bag and pulled out one of my favorite knives. It was a 10’ long spiral Damascus steel blade that could wreak havoc on a body. It hurt like hell going into the body, but hurt a great deal more coming out.

He braced them on the ground, and the countless swords beneath his feet were sucked up, instantly turning them red. “These are the heirs to Blade Hero’s legacy? “That’s nothing.” With that said, the Reverend sent his palms flying at Tyr and the man in white. Hundreds of swords began to shoot at the duo, who could only use the Heavenly Conquering Blade and the Sword of Grace to swat them away. “Sweeping Army.” Tyr slashed his sword with a resounding roar. Then, the frightening glint of the sword shot out and instantaneously sent the swords crashing.

I walk over to the lockers and open in revealing different types of blades. Drop-Point Blade, ,Gut Hook, Sheepsfoot Blade, Clip-point blade the list goes on. My lips curl into a satisfaction smirk as my fingers brushed over the sharp metal. My eyes stopped when the kukri blades caught my eye. The blade was customized black as it had a 90 degree curve, suitable to dig someone's guts out. I took some of the blades and walked over to the beginning level wall, where you practice your aim. I throw the blade and it pierces through the wooden wall as it hit the center. I closed my eyes and let out a breath as I replaced the wooden wall with him standing in the center. I threw the blade and it lande

His chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his face slack and peaceful in a way that seemed almost innocent. Evan crept forward, his movements slow and deliberate. The tool Kade had given him was pressed against his palm, small and cold and reassuring. A thin blade designed specifically for slicing through chains and cords without making a sound. Evan had practiced with it for hours in the penthouse, learning the precise angle and pressure needed to cut through metal cleanly. He had run through the motion a hundred times, memorizing the feel of the blade in his hand.

With a guttural growl, he lunged towards Axe, his movements fueled by a surge of adrenaline. Time seemed to slow down once again as the knife gleamed in the pale moonlight, and Axe's senses heightened, his mind processing every detail in rapid succession. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat thundering through his veins, as his body prepared to face this new threat. Reacting with a lightning-fast reflex, Axe instinctively twisted his body to the side, narrowly evading Kaine's lethal strike. The knife sliced through the air, as it missed Axe's by an inch of his hair.

From it he lifts two things. The obsidian blade, still faintly glowing with the silver I left in it down in the corridor. And my father's whetstone, worn smooth at the edges by a dead man's hands. The one tool of Aris Moore's that survived the fire that took everything else. My breath stops. I do not know which hurts more, the blade or the stone, and then I do know, because the blade is mine and the stone is his, and Damian Morton is holding both of them out of a crate as if he has been keeping them side by side for exactly this minute.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

“We didn’t want to bring it to you with everything going on in the council. We thought we could manage it.” I turned on him, eyes narrowed. “Stop using that brain of yours and always tell me matters like this.” He lowered his gaze. “Understood.” I exhaled sharply, about to walk away when something glinted in the grass near a thick bush. I crouched again, brushing aside the leaves until I saw it—curved, wicked, and unmistakable. A rogue’s blade. I picked it up carefully, inspecting the bloodstained edge. It wasn’t from any blacksmith in the realm. This was custom-forged—lightweight, designed for speed and silent kills. I could almost taste the lingering energy it radiated.

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.