Heavenly Blade Novels & Stories

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.

But, in his bloody vision, there was only one thought that lingered in his mind, which was to finish off this guy in front of him. His blood was boiling and burning. Even the pouring rain could not extinguish the scorching hot blood in Tyr’s body. “Heavenly Blade!” Another burst of roar rang off! A flash of lightning struck the earth from the sky and intertwined with the massive blade glow, as though that blade glow descended from heaven. Arghhhhhhh!!!

The Void pulsed with a dark rhythm, as if it had a heartbeat of its own. Shattered fragments of impossible worlds spun and collided, twisting gravity and time into chaotic spirals. Every step Seraphine took felt heavier, as though the universe itself was trying to push her back into nothingness. The Blade of Origin glowed like molten silver in her hands. Its light reflected the bond she shared with the immortal beside her a living tether that held them steady against the impossible forces pressing from all sides.

On Arcadia Island, the huge Heavenly Sword enveloped the entire island with great sword energy! The sword was thousands of feet tall like a towering building above Clarke Manor on Arcadia Island! Alliance Master Yarn mustered all his strength and unleashed his aura before he could barely catch the Heavenly Sword that fell from the sky! At that moment, Alliance Master Yarn's arms were scorched red by the tip of the Heavenly Sword. His skin was cracked, and his veins were all severed!

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

He smiled at her, but it appeared to be a mocking smile from afar. Asking, 'Is that all you got?' Her grip becomes tighter. [BLADE LAW] On her other hand, a blade appeared. The blade on her right was burning red, but the new blade appeared to be burning with a bluish flame. She should just give it her all in a situation like this where she doesn't know what to do. {Blade Law (Epic Rank)- According to heaven's law, if the first sword misses, the second sword is a sure hit. Until the skill expires, the user gains Sword Aura.}

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.