Jagged Ghost Blade Novels & Stories

I said, jabbing my blade into his abdominals. Muscle and ligaments tore. Ribs cracked as I carved into him. Precise, quick, deep cuts. The blade was hand crafted to suit my purposes. Just in case my past came knocking. He was so caught off guard by my revelation he couldn't rally in time to stop me ripping into him. Muscle memory took over. Ghost Blade went to work. Lance's blood splattered between us. His knife aimed blindly at my body while he choked on the blood pouring out of his mouth. Face marred in pain, but he refused to cry out.

The Judge's gaze sharpened as he moved in a blur, his Cold Moon Saber slicing through the air with a chilling gleam to intercept the attack. "Looking for trouble, huh?" The Ghost King of the opposing group bellowed in rage. He sprang into action, his broadsword whistling sharply as it swung for The Judge's head. Boom! In an instant, The Judge's blade shattered the man's weapon and continued its deadly arc, slicing cleanly through his forehead. The unsuspecting man's head split apart, and he toppled over, his body twitching twice before lying still. Swoosh! As the Ghost King's blade nearly reached The Judge, he countered with a swift upward strike.

The color of her feathers are so vibrant and mimics the flames of fire. Ghost comes out from his hiding spot as I saw in my dream. Liam and Sage go to either side of Ghost. Liam and Sage growl viciously while Ghost cracks his knuckles. Suddenly, I find myself hoping Zane and Cade get here soon. Blair will take on Ghost while I take on Liam and Sage. This will not be an easy fight, but we have to hold off as long as possible.

Ordinary quality Divine Order's Flame, holy fire, and divine fire could not destroy it, but now, it had turned to ash. The Zago Baby Spirit realized the flames Chase had summoned could not be taken lightly. They had to be at least superior divine-grade flames to achieve such effects. The ghostly light in its eyes changed from blue to purple as the death aura around it grew heavier. Black smoke spread like clawing ghosts or soul-reaping messengers from hell. Chase did not want to entangle with it further. The Greedy Wolf Blade emerged, and a razor-sharp blade light dozens of feet long instantly slashed down.

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

Blackie: (눈_눈) “Blackie, Blackie! Don’t be so stubborn! Have you ever played an RPG? Imagine a quest giver telling you, ‘hey pal, you go do some stuff for me’. But then after you finish it, you find out this shitty quest has no remuneration! It’s all about the experience! Do you know what would happen then? Hehe, fueled by their righteous indignation, players will storm off to give the game a 1-star review!” “Transferring to the first world, in three…” “Ah, wait! No need to take drastic measures! Let’s talk this out peacefully!” (っ °Д °;)っ “Two…” “Alright, then I’ll get back to you with my demands later?” (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ “One…” 凸(｀0´)凸 “Fuc…!” QAQ At that moment, everything went completely black, an

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

A broken blade appeared in front of him, and it was surrounded by a dark gray mist. The broken blade had dark red runes around it that glowed faintly. There was a strange form of energy to it. Fane attacked so quickly that those two did not have the time to react at all. He pushed forward, and the Broken Soul Blade immediately rushed into the cyclone with imperious force.