Jagged Ghost Blade Novels & Stories

That was all Ghost needed. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, a blade flashing once in the dark. Emily felt the arm around her jerk, a cry ripping out of the man’s throat as steel bit deep into muscle. His grip faltered, and she staggered free, stumbling back against the wall of the clubhouse, her breath ragged, her heart wild. Ghost didn’t stop. He drove his fist into the man’s jaw, the crack echoing sharp through the night. The man went down hard, choking on his own breath, blood spilling from his arm where Ghost’s knife had carved him open.

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con

Due to that, Gerald was technically not fighting alone this time. Just as he was thinking about that, a spectral figure flew out of Gerald’s body! With a single swipe of his aurablade, Jade Infused Blade easily decapitated all of Henrick’s men before swiftly returning into Gerald’s body! Nobody else was even able to sense Jade Infused Blade’s presence!

The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater. Laila brought her left blade up to block the strike, the sapphire fire of her steel meeting the black mist of the naginata with a horrific, screeching sound that sounded like a metal file scraping against her skull. The pressure was immense, the black smoke actively trying to crawl down her silver blade and infect her hand, but the runic lines on her knuckles flared with a bright white heat that burned the mist into a white ash before it could touch her skin. She pivoted on her heel, her right blade

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Tracing each line that contours his body, lingering on every bulge of muscle and dip in the perfectly smooth peach cream skin of his chest and abdomen. A sharp pain to my left wrist catches me off guard as it jerks to my right. I fall onto my left side in the grass before I can balance myself. I shoot a sideways glare up at Iselyn, who just kicked me and let out a small huff. Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him.

She staggered a few steps, her eyes closed, breath steaming from her nose in a single long stream. "Oh my God! Not now Jelnimia...!" Malison quickly halted his movement, holding her hand, as she fell to the ground, she was near unconscious and blood gushed out from her mouth. Hot light flared, a bolt of flame blasted towards them. Even with his shoulder he felt the vibrations in the ground beneath him and at the very last moment he felt a shock which almost knocked him off his feet. The blazed section of his lamptern went dim, and in a flash, a pillar of light appeared with a blinding shockwave, making Jelnimia scream out in anguish as it tore open, almost consuming them.

Just me, silence, and a truth I couldn’t outrun. The blade was where I’d left it. Carefully hidden beneath a false floor tile and shrouded with cloth enchanted to dampen aura bleed. It wasn’t a standard weapon. This one had been gifted to me after the hybrid trials. Blood-forged. Custom-coded to react to the specific fingerprint of my aura signature. One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke.

That's fair. Isa ignores both boy and ghost and rushes into the kitchen, fully aware of her sister's death glare towards her. Breathe Isabella. Breathe. She grabs the kitchen island to steady herself. She wasn't about to let him win. No, never! 'I'm killing him.' No! Do not, Daimen! Do not kill him! 'Why?' Is she seriously having an argument with a ghost in her head? This felt like a scene out of a fictional book.

But the blade shatters into pieces. Jace picks up the blade’s empty head and blinks at it. “Well, this is damaged. Do you want to use mine?” The beast flicks a claw and throws Jace away; he crashes into Gideon’s chest. They roll across the floor, stopping just before the big hole in the wall.