Jagged Ghost Blade Novels & Stories

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

with that he staggered off, his jacket ripped in many places. I glanced back at Arian and he was looking back at me, eyes shining. His face went out of focus for a second “I will not faint, I will not faint…” I started the mantra in my head, but it didn’t stop the oblivion from taking me anyway.

he says, voice rough, grabbing my hand, shadows cool against my sweaty skin. “Gotta do this, Jude,” I say, light sparking, legs shaky from the blade hunt. “This echo’s tied to that damn blade we found. It’s calling war.” “Together,” he says, kissing my cheek quick, tasting sweat. “Always.” “Damn right,” I say, smiling despite the pain in my chest. “You scared?” “Hell no,” he says, grinning, shadows flaring. “Let’s kick their ghostly asses.” Dante’s nearby, blood crusted on his shirt from the blade fight. “This is gonna be a shitshow,” he mutters, shadows twitching.

"You’re pale, Zora. The 'Void-Nectar' from the gala doesn't sit well with the common blood, I suppose?" "My blood is the only thing keeping this city from folding in on itself, Kaelen," I snapped, my wings unfurling just enough to let a silver-mercury blade tip graze the floor. "Focus on the scanners. If Jago is in there, he’s not alone. He’s got Scrappers who know those ruins better than your Judges know their own bank accounts."

“Leading the pack to integrity, prosperity, and rights bound to the fair and equitable territory will be my liability.” Letting my blood drip down the vessel, the balaraw dagger tainted with red fluid suddenly projected blinding crystal light causing my eyes to close. It lasted for over a minute and the second the light disappeared, an unanticipated burning sensation on my shoulder emanated. I gradually rotated my head and took a glance at it. But what I’ve seen left me shocked. A red lunar crest was painted on the skin behind my neck. And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest.

The blade was the hidden rapier concealed within the ebony cane—Chloe’s most ingenious design. With the "Ghost" pinned and screaming, the elder Liam turned his gaze toward the Fat Man. His eyes were cold, sharp reflections of the blade he had just deployed. The Fat Man’s knees gave out instantly. He collapsed into a heap, his hands raised in surrender. "It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault! Kevin Blue made me do it! I didn't do anything!" The elder Liam didn't waste words. He stepped forward and delivered a kick so powerful it flipped the Fat Man over, leaving him groaning in a heap. A second strike ensured he wouldn't be moving for a long time.

the Paladin Commander yelled in shock. He fired his plasma rifle. Instead of a standard golden bolt, the weapon discharged a searing, sapphire streak of phased plasma. It struck a Null-Sentinel square in the chest. This time, the kinetic force wasn't absorbed. The Origin-Code ripped through the anti-matter geometry, shattering the entity into a million harmless pixels. "The Ghost gave us bullets!" Jax roared, swinging his gear-axe as the rain hissed against his leather cut. "Push them back into the void!"

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”