Manga Broken Blade Novels & Stories

I raised my eyebrows, leaking a smile. "Is that so?" I murmured as she sat back on her stool and leaned closer to me, putting the cold tip of the scissor on my bare throat. "It is so," She retorted, batting one of her eyebrows before pinning the tip in my skin until it ripped through my skin and bled slightly. I stayed impervious to the pain, and before I could mind her actions, she withdrew.

The impact never came. Instead, the blade cracked. It did not bend, it did not graze, it did not even leave a mark that I could see from where I stood; it simply broke apart as though it had struck something far harder than steel, scattering uselessly like a failed intention that had lost its right to exist, and the disbelief that followed was so complete that it swallowed the entire arena whole before the noise returned all at once in a violent, overwhelming surge.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

“That’s not Damon. It’s a puppet!” She released a wave of golden light. Damon’s form cracked and dissolved into mist—but not before whispering: “You’re already too late.” The Blade Breaks As silence returned, the Blade of Severance shuddered. Cracks spread across its surface. “No,” Iris breathed. The blade exploded. Her mark split—half gold, half shadow. Between the halves, a new symbol formed: a perfect circle. Balance was gone. Aiden took her hand. “What do we do now?”

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

I had actually picked up a knife once and cut my hand in anger because I couldn't go through with it. One of the days, as I sat at my usual spot at the cafeteria, alone and unable to swallow anything. My eyes went round as I saw how everyone were happy with their lives, they had friends they talked to, they had home and family to go back to, they had achievements to brag about. I sat silently as I looked at myself with pity. I frowned at their joy and laughter. I wasn't new to me about how everyone murmured as I passed.

Only one messaged from him and all my worries would be gone. “I hope he won’t get mad.” I whispered while staring the table out from the garden. Until now I couldn’t believe that our house was still the same. I thought Demir would let Laura lived here and changed everything. As I was about to stand the frame suddenly fell on the ground. My heart skipped in surprise to hear the loud bang and the broken pieces of glasses scattered on the ground. I was about to pick one of the broken glasses but it pinned on my fingers and so as my phone suddenly vibrated.

Lily A howl shattered the clearing. It tore apart the chants, reverberating through each of the elements swirling through the darkness. The blade froze a hair’s breadth above Lily’s chest. She let out a ragged breath, though her eyes remained fixed on the glint of the blade. It shimmered in the moonlight, trembling in Peverton’s shaky grip. “Potentia grym,” he muttered, shaking his head. Then, again, louder, he said: “Potentia grym!” and raised the blade anew.

Blade responded with another mocking yet sinister grin and I glanced over his shoulder in search of Jude and Luka but I couldn't make them out in this crowd. My eyes met his again with hardly any warmth behind them. "I'll only ask one final time moron what do you want?" I ask. He looked me over as if he wasn't going to reply then changed his mind. "You can put an end to all of this bad blood by admitting defeat sweetling," he reponds. I snorted, "why would I when I'm just getting started?" "C'mon Tink, doesn't being the bad girl ever get tiring?" Blade questions.