Immortal Blades Novels & Stories

The strange ancient language came to life. "The blade of light has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of protection runes is carved into the blade near the spine. It was crafted by mage Calwivu, in the Aengmor Forest. It was crafted to kill the immortals. After the battle of Valmir, only two blades have been known in existence. One was kept in a secret location by the were council and the other one belonged to the Vampire elders...." "Vampires!" Harry stopped reading and rushed to inform his Alpha.

There was nothing special about this one except for its violet blade and the chain connected on its lower part, in fact, the bat styled purple one that she usually wields is more glamorous but the aura this certain one released was very terrifying like death itself looking you straight in the eyes. "Hey, Ruby, what's up with this one? Is it just me or does this scythe feel like extremely bad news?" he asked pointing to the violet one. "Well you have keen senses, but I guess that is a natural response to seeing Azrael. This blade has the ability to slay immortals into oblivion, no heaven or hell just nothingness, and I guess it can kill even myself." Ruby replied. "You've used it before?"

My body trembled, not from weakness but from the overwhelming surge of power causing a cascade in my veins. The First Vessel— She was bathed in celestial light, glowing just like the moonlight. I stood beside her, droplets of blood glistening on her palms. Her blood didn’t look ordinary, it seemed divine. She indeed was immortal. With a single drop, she carved through the air, shaping a sword with glowing crimson edges. The blade shimmered with ancient runes and pulsed like a heartbeat.

The truth is that I carried the swords and spears with me all along, and they were all under an illusion spell that made them invisible I grinned as I swung an invisible blade and cut his neck in one fell swoop while he stared at me with a somewhat panicked expression His head rolled on the floor and blood gushed out, for the sake of not getting stained by that filth’s blood I was covering myself inside a force filed that would repel anything that touches it sideways

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

A blade such as that, has no place in the realm of mortals. The Blade of Eternal Light is one of a kind. It was forged and imbued with one purpose and one purpose alone. The ability to separate two souls. When I discovered Alcmene’s curse, this knife was the weapon I used to attempt to put right what she had done. The balance could not be allowed to shift. The Fates would not allow it and because it was my power that she used to create her living puppets, I was held responsible for rectifying the mess.

She didn’t care much for mortal affairs beyond what her job required her to know. Lisa circled over the building and landed gently on the roof. She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her; mortals couldn’t see reapers unless the reaper wanted to be seen. There was a glass dome in the center of the roof, made from green, transparent glass. One side of the dome had a giant hole in it, as though something heavy had been thrown through it. Lisa approached the hole and jumped in, tucking her wings to avoid the jagged edges.

she turned her gaze to Sebastian, “Or was it you?” Sebastian attempted to speak, but he was too late, Latina had already knitted his mouth with invisible life thread, a string that was said to be made of an immortal life force, the secret behind the unmoving attack of high-level vampires. It was stronger than iron and could resist fire, in fact, the more the person who was tied with the fiber moved, the more their energy weakened. ‘Damn! When did she learn to wield a life thread?’ he cursed in his mind. He couldn’t do anything but watch how Latina tortured Rupert.

It was time to rise and dress herself to face the Lycan King. She glanced at her reflection in the large gilt mirror hanging above the sink basin. Her haunted eyes judged her harsher than any villager raining blows on her head. If it came to it, she decided, she would turn her blade on herself before letting the world in which her mother existed burn in a rain of fire. ****** There was something to be said for being clean, she thought as she worked at her long, dripping hair. The Lycan King had seen to her needs, at least. There were an array of combs that she used to smooth and arrange her hair.

"You're joking again, Cass. That is good, you're well and you're trying to ease us up." "I'm not. I'm telling the truth." She took a blade from the bag and stabbed herself, earning some yelps and hasps. "What the hell, Cass!" Charlie shrieked. "Look at it closely," She raised her stabbed arm to make a point. "Then tell me if I'm joking or not." No one will believe her when she just says that she's immortal judging by the blood emitting from her arms, but when the wound closes up so fast, that's when they believe that she's indeed telling the truth.