Hellfire With Blades Novels & Stories

"They're mine! I know how to use them, but fighting with a sword is much fun in my opinion! Can a master not respect my—" "You've been like this since last week, isn't it? I wish Kohl never used his infamous sword to kill the vampires. Besides...isn't his sword made of silver and iron? It's like wielding a one-stone-two-bird tool, for us and Phoenixes alike." Raya said. While vampires and werewolves were repelled by silver, iron repelled the Phoenix and only a Human could wield something like that. "I want it, Raya! I want to fight like my master!"

he said but Skyler was still staring at his eyes with surprise, she knew that she had seen his eyes turn red twice but she thought she was just seeing things. “ Were... Were you the one who caused that wind ” she managed to ask. “ My love I would explain everything for you when I get you out from here okay ” “ But... I don't understand... why are your eyes red instead of blue ” Skyler asked. Lucifer sighed and before he could answer her, he felt something sharp pierced into his back and Skyler gasped. “ Oh my God ” She looked behind Lucifer and saw Reed standing behind him with an evil smirk on his face as he twisted the knife even more and it came out from Lucifer's chest.

“What will I do?” “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” “Jerk! Go, buy me boba. I’ll crush your hero later.” Aiko started playing moba. She tuned up the volume to break the silence in the room. “Hmmm…Aiko, can you please get that shirt for me?” Aiko looked up at Kalli and scanned the room for the shirt he was referring to. “Oh, shit, my turret is under attack.” Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side.

By the time the last body fell, the ground was stained dark, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air. Adrian stood still for a moment, his breathing steady despite the exertion. His blade dripped, catching the moonlight in thin, red lines. Vaelreth stood a few feet away, his own weapon lowered but not sheathed. For a while, neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. Because something had shifted. Something undeniable. “You fight like you don’t expect to survive,” Vaelreth said finally. Adrian glanced at him. “I fight to finish it.”

My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”

The blond was all in from the moment he walked through that barrier. Lexus rumbled low as he brushed his lips across the slowly dripping puncture wounds left in Azrin’s supple, freckled flesh by the recently deceased alpha. The warm, metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils, and an inviting mewl had the alpha flicking his saliva-coated tongue into the bleeding injury. He repressed an excited groan, savoring the familiar sweetness of Rin’s blood as it mingled with his own essence.

" Clang! As his fingers pluck the strings, the zither resounded! Five consecutive waves of sound blades, like a scythe of death, carved out five straight paths in the air, firmly locking onto Caleb and the others' necks and appearing to sever their heads! In that brief moment of less than a thousandth of a second... Twang! A snapping sound! The five sound blades disintegrated simultaneously in front of Caleb and the others, bursting into waves of air ripples and blowing their hair wildly without leaving a scratch on them.

“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.”

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.