Heavenly Blade Novels & Stories

Sirius roared. Sirius never used his special powers because they were too cruel but he was too angry at what Griffin had done to June. "Hailey Feng!" Griffin screamed, "She gave me the omega's information! It was Hailey Feng! Please get that horrid thing away from me please!" Sirius looked at the imagine his smoke had created and sighed. The smoke slowly dispersed. Sirius landed another kick on Griffin. "Get out," he snarled. Griffin quickly got up and ran out the room closing the door behind him.

if he was the 'Devil on earth', 'The dark blade of Linya', 'The leader of the shadow army' then she was the master of those disciples who was blooming within her guidelines and will attain the world in the future. They were different, so different, yet bound by fate. Will the flame vanish before it can even bloom?

At the critical moment, he successfully merged with the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix wings and rescued Aria in the blink of an eye. “Phew...” Aria sighed in relief, a layer of cold sweat on her forehead. “The Heavenly Fiend Phoenix wings?” Seeing his attack miss, Blade spoke coldly and looked at Andrius in the air, his eyes widening slightly. The other envoys who saw this also looked surprised. The Heavenly Fiend Phoenix wings were a flying artifact made from the wings of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

It hit him, Sydney had slightly grazed him with a short blade when he yanked Peter off her grasp. The adrenaline coursing through his body assured him it was a minor cut until….until he collapsed in his woman's arm. “We need to find a matching donor now!!!” Matching donor? Of what? Adrian felt curious as he lay down on the bed helpless. He could barely pick out the words, but the hastiness around him decipates that something was really wrong. He wished he could close his eyes and have a great sleep but the continuous blaring of a voice in his head wouldn't let him.

His face was still in agony, the smoke had shaken his brain. She cleared her throat while sitting beside him on the bed. Damon opened his eyes and looked at her. "Here to see if I am still breathing?" He mocked her in a groggy voice. She sighed and held a glass of potion in front of him. "It will help you!" Damon sat up and frowned at her. "Help me to go directly to heaven?" He mocked. "What made you think that you are going to heaven?" She chuckled mockingly while grabbing the glass and taking a gulp from it.

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

Harry said in a corrective tone. "Fine, but that's not the point. Blade is back to Haven and I know that his performance at the party was just a tip of the iceberg." Dexter said, sweating profusely. "Is that why you've got yourself all worked up?" Harry asked, looking confused. "Isn't that enough reason?" "No, it isn't." Harry said. "You're an Alpha. If you can't take care of Blade, then we are all vulnerable. The whole pack and Haven itself is relying on you, you can't be here killing yourself before you even confront Blade."

Gods. A pair of gryphons soar overhead, their bondeds laughing as they dive through the clouds. Direwolves and their humans moving in perfect sychronizon. One particulary unimpressed frost lynx lounges across a tree branch, glaring down at everyone beneath it like they are personally offending its existence. Further in the distance, Ironclad dragons train with their bondeds, bronze scales glimmering beneath the rising sun. Terrifying, but majestic. For a few silent moments, I simply watch. Because despite all else, I still love them. I always have, even though Aetherion Academy was not supposed to be my future.

It did not travel. It simply existed. Aurelian felt it within him, as natural as his own existence. “You are order.” “You are purpose.” “You are mine.” The response came instantly, unified across Heaven. “We are yours.” There was no delay. There was no variation. Aurelian’s voice joined the others, identical in tone, identical in certainty. Perfect. A command followed. Not spoken in words, but understood completely. Movement. The stillness of Heaven shifted. Wings extended, not with sound, but with light. Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance.