Johnny Blade Black Sabbath Novels & Stories

Just the storm outside and the low growl of a blacked-out SUV idling at the emergency entrance. Rain lashed the windows as we climbed the coast road. The university gates appeared through the downpour—wrought iron twisted into roses and bats, glowing faintly crimson against the black cliffs. Beyond them, BludHeaven rose like a cathedral someone had carved out of midnight: spires, arched windows, stone walls that looked old enough to remember when vampires still ruled the night unchallenged. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Welcome to BludHeaven, Nico Black. Try not to die on the first night. The queens hate when their new toys break too soon.”

Then, he finally looked at Blade with a calm yet cold look in his eyes. At this point, Blade's eyelid was twitching rapidly as he stared at Damian in shock. Obviously, he never thought that Damian's fighting skills would be so formidable. "No wonder Black Bjorn and Albin White both succumbed to you. You really are something," Blade said. "However, it's still your unlucky day today, because you just offended me, Blade Saxon! You're going to die here today!" "Blade Saxon? You're Blade Saxon?" Jerome suddenly exclaimed out loud, more fear and terror creeping onto his face.

Black metal. He knelt. Reached for it. The moment his fingers touched the hilt— Agony. A sizzle of fire shot through his palm. He yanked back, teeth bared in a growl. Smoke curled from his fingertips. "What the hell is on this blade?" he hissed. Poison? Dark magic? Both? He didn't wait. His mindlink flared hot, coming out as a roar. Fin: Aeron. I need you. Now. Nova was stabbed and bleeding black. The blade burns me.

“These hellblades slay demons, forcing my true form out. Behren used them to banish us during Constantinople’s fall. My real body is not of this world, and humans cannot perceive it. Since you are used to me as a cat, I became this larger version. I am much more…mighty in person” His eyes slid over his massive furred body with clear disdain. “The last person to wield this was Behren, the soul render. He split many of us apart, absorbing our essence into the hellblade and sending our weakened forms back. It was a chaotic time, when black magic was used desperately to win the war over Constantinopel. A foolish mistake, since we are not meant to walk here. Once we are set loose, the destruction

' I ask Abbadon with a raised eyebrow. 'Unfortunately, yes we are.' Abbadon says and Jack only continues to give us his sinister smile. 'This whole thing is just so fucked up!' Marigold says and I can't agree enough. 'So, Jack is also a demon?' I ask Abbadon but it is Jack who answers instead. 'Yes Pumpkin, I am the demon who controls lust, I am Asmodeus, the demon prince of lust.' Jack says proudly. 'I was not talking to you but anyways thanks for telling me.' I tell Jack rudely.

“You’re next, Accashia!” But before the monster could even touch her, Calleb pushed her aside and he battled with the monster again. Accashia falls, and rolls, and that’s when she heard something fall on the ground with a thud. It was the Black Blade that Calleb tucked on his back. “The Black Blade.” She whispered to herself. “The Blade that Calleb used before.” And though she tried to stay silent, the monster still managed to hear her. The creature’s staring at it with unmasked loathing, a mixture of fear and revulsion on its features. The monster pushed Calleb away and it runs towards the blade.

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.