Fingerslayer Blade Novels & Stories

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

Just being in Lionel’s hand alone sent chills down one’s spine, like an ancient beast about to devour its prey. “This sword is called the Immortal Slayer Blade. It’s an upper-grade fiend artifact. It’s stained with the essence of ancient great fiends and extremely powerful. It’s one of the most precious treasures I possess. “With this knife, you’ll be able to contend with beings in the late Darkness stage, even if you’re at the mid-Darkness stage!” Lionel said excitedly, “I’ll exchange this broadsword for the internal pellet in your hand. What says you?”

Hours did not exist. Then the dark blade arrived. A new figure moved forward, silent and gliding. Its skin looked like wax mixed with ash. In its hand was a thin long dagger that trembled with a power of its own. The Soulcleaver. The Voice stood beside it. “The flame hides in you like a child in the womb,” the Voice said softly. “But it is not yours. It is ancient. Dangerous. It belongs to the Shadow. We will take it from you and give it shape again. Pure.”

But my lineage strength allowed for no failures. I moved with a supernatural speed that defied the human eye, my left hand snapping forward to catch his wrist mid-air, the bones in his arm crushing instantly under the immense power of my grip. He let out a loud, structural scream as the silver spike clattered uselessly onto the stone flags. With a single, fluid motion, I drove my right ceramic blade forward, the sharp edge slicing cleanly through the soft mesh of his throat guard and sinking deep into his chest.

“Claudia will not stop until she makes me part of the weapon she forges. I cannot wait for her to strike. I must hold the truth myself.” Alexander looked at her for a long moment, then kissed her hand gently. “Then we will carry it together.” Outside, the wind rose, rattling the windows with the sound of branches clawing against glass. Evelyn stood at the balcony, looking over the city lights. Somewhere across the continent, Claudia Moreau was gathering fragments of the past and sharpening them into a blade. Evelyn whispered to herself, “Let her build it. We will be ready when she draws it.”

I didn’t even breathe before the man pulled something from inside his jacket that looked like a blade, sharp enough that the weak chandelier glow caught the edge and threw it straight at me. “No!” Caleb shouted. Everything slowed. The scream ripped from Lucy. Derek’s body lunging forward. Adrian’s hand was crushing tighter around my waist, like he could shield me with his own bones. But the blade was already slashing toward me. Straight at the scar hidden under my glove. I couldn’t move and couldn’t scream. I couldn’t even do anything but stare as the silver edge came closer. And then… It didn’t hit. My wrist, my cursed, burning wrist, exploded in light.

Through the swirling mountain frost above, a shape finally detached itself from the upper dark of the staircase. It wasn't an armored titan. It was a slender, wire-muscled hunter clad in close-fitting, oil-skinned leather that didn't reflect the pale mountain starlight. His face was entirely hidden behind a dark brass breather-mask, his eyes obscured by twin lenses of smoked glass that glowed with a faint, predatory green hue. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin flamberge—a wavy-bladed sword designed to saw through flesh and silver mesh with minimal physical resistance. He didn't pause to offer words. He didn't hesitate at the sight of the Hybrid Queen or the ruined Alpha.

SpeedBlade: I unleash my mightiest battle cry as I charge toward the Iron Fist armor. Swinging my sword, the Iron First blocks it, sparks flying off of its arms and I attack it over and over again. The Iron Fist throws its massive metal arm but I use my speed to run out of the way. Running around the armor, I rush forward and thrust my sword into the back of the armor. However, the armor withstood my sword. My blade slips and slides to the side. Hearing Dr. Cho, I look at her as her eyes glow. She raises her arm before sending it back.

Emris pulled his fist out of the broken mirror with a bitter scoff. "You had us all completely fooled." "I'm not your enemy, Emris." Faye sighed. " I'll be the judge of that. And right now, I see no reason to believe a word you say." "Fine, then I'll give you a reason to." Faye shrugged. "George Halter, he's the warrior commander here right?" "How do you know that?" "I'm from the Blood Shield Pack, remember? The one with the Aster family. I know some things that'll greatly benefit the Lycan race -starting with the traitors amongst you."

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.