Immortal Blades Novels & Stories

Every step Lena took felt heavier, as if unseen hands were pressing down on her shoulders. Cassian and Dorian followed in silence, their expressions grim. Even they didn’t know what this trial entailed. At last, they reached a chamber unlike the others. At the center stood an altar—carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold running through it like lifeblood. Floating above it was a dagger, its blade forged from a material Lena didn’t recognize, its edges glowing with an eerie silver light. Idris moved to stand beside the altar. “This is the Blade of Ancients,” he said. “Forged in the fire of the first Trueborn. It does not spill blood—it takes something far deeper.”

“I am the Primordial hybrid! I cannot be killed!!! I am the thing that makes lesser men quiver in fear.” “I'm well aware that you cannot be killed Kaden, that was a mistake I made the last time we fought. Then I didn't have a weapon to put you down with, but now I do.” Ymir spouted with a wicked glint in her eyes. She brought out a blade made of bones. I knew what it was, that was the blade made by agony. “This is the blade of Agon. It won't kill you but it would incapacitate you, leaving you in a lucid state so you can live through the pain. Now, I have the weapon I need to fight against you.” Ymir sneered, her eyes turning into pure darkness.

Paloma sat in the chair across me as she lifted a cup, filled with a dark elixir to her lips. Why do you drink this dark liquid that looks like blood? I asked her. It is not blood; it is an Elyria Revixio Elixir, to stay alive. Without this, I would have died centuries ago because of Frederick, he has been cultivating God knows what..... "You must have so many questions", she stated. Her eyes reminded me of Frederick's. They held so much passion within them. I held my emotions before I spoke. "I do not know what to ask you, but I want to know.....

“You defied me in the Mirrorlands. Now you’ll watch him die.” I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t blink. But I could burn. The Blade of Veyra reappeared in my hand like it had been waiting. It pulsed with fury—mine and the moon’s. I charged. Necros raised the relic. It glowed—flooding the temple with a blinding light. But I didn’t stop. His magic hit me like a tidal wave. It should have crushed me. Should have ripped my mind apart. Instead—something awoke.

The First Blade made its eyes burn with ancient rage. Doppel-Lyra screamed, “The First Blade awakens! He will kill the Vessel!” It lunged straight for me. I dodged, the mirror realm’s energy still sparking beneath my skin. The beast’s claws raked the ground where I’d stood, sending shards of black glass exploding upward. Kael twitched on the pyre and muscles were straining against Doppel-Lyra’s magic. His eyes flickered, silver and gold. The bond spasmed through me like a live wire, and I felt the heir pulse warmly, a reminder of what we were fighting for.

"Did you see-" "Enough to make me know what's going on between you too," he replied. "Princess Evanora, do you know what you're doing right now? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" I nodded sheepishly. "Yes." "And do you have even the slightest idea how risky it is?" He continued. "Just how did you get involved with Blade in the first place?" "What?" I looked up at him. "How do you- Do you know Blade?" He sighed then massaged his temples for a while before replying. "You seem to have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Blade isn't a human or even better a vampire. He is a werewolf! Do you even have any idea what that means?"

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

Chapter 8: The Weight of Questions Even though vampires were supposed to be ancient—centuries-old predators who’d watched empires rise and fall—the four queens of BludHeaven were anomalies. Each one frozen at nineteen,They aged like humans until they hit eighteen. their bodies locked in the bloom of late adolescence while their minds carried the weight of lives far longer than their faces suggested. The school had been carved into four wings after the Integration Accords: North for Seraphina Locke’s tech-infused domain, East for Liora Kane’s shadowed artistic realm, South for Ravenna Slade’s raw kinetic territory, and West—Elara Voss’s domain—where the gothic cowgirl ruled with a drawl and a

'' Lyra i can save you , i can even if your body is no more i can still bring you back by summoning your soul and transfer it onto someone else's body '' he said to her whispering in her ear . '' I will try everything no matter what it takes '' he said to her . Then he closed the coffin and went back to research about wasteland again . According to wasteland , whoever stays there can gain supernatural powers and there was some records of the philosophers stone and elixir of life which can give eternal youth and life . Later after two days , it's finally full moon . Arthur was waiting for that night . He went out into the evening waiting for full moon by the side of the lake .

And left without lids with which to blink, he knew he would go blind long before death would take him. Then Cynth had displayed his own level of abomination. From his hands fire, black as night, spewed and where they burned, blades grew. The battle changed after that. Night fell, and in the darkness the incarnate evaded each blow as if he feared one strike would kill him. But it took more strikes than he could count before Cynth’s victory came within grasp.