Manga Broken Blade Novels & Stories

The sword was not heavy and was considered light compared to other legendary swords, but it had a slightly thicker blade. “Hmm… Maybe those stories might be real.” After inspecting the sword carefully, Delainey said, “A mysterious material is covering the blade of the sword. If I remember correctly, you’ll need to concentrate True Energy to break the cast covering the sword.” “Is that so?” James muttered doubtfully. “Yes, it is. You should give it a try, Mr. Caden.” Delainey passed the Blade of Justice back to James. James took the sword and activated Heavenly Breath.

"Frenzy Blade! In the next second, Draven wildly swung his treasured blade, his expression twisted and terrifying. Every slash was incredibly powerful. Umbra kept retreating, her expression serious, but that was all. She showed no sign of panic. At a certain moment, she extended two fingers, a strange energy swirling at her fingertips. She pointed them forward. With a clang, her fingers clashed with the treasured blade. The immense force of the rebound sent Draven stumbling backward. His arm throbbed in pain, and his grip nearly failed. His blade almost slipped from his hands. "Kill!" Draven roared in rage. He grew even more frenzied, like a mindless beast. Yet, Umbra remained composed. Her

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

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.

someone screams. But Jamie's not attacking. She's using Elena's size against her. Runs under her. Between her legs. Too small and fast to catch. Gets behind her. Where the neck meets the shoulder. The weak point Meredith showed her. Dragon bone blade raised. One shot. One chance. She jumps. Higher than human should. Dragon magic enhancing. The blade drives into the weak point. Deep. Through scales. Through crystallized essence. Elena roars. Not pain. Shock. "How... that's impossible..." She shifts back to human. The blade still embedded.

It looked like nothing more than a beautiful sword, ancient and deadly. Elder Lyra knelt beside me, her face alight with wonder. You live, she breathed. The blade accepted you. I looked at my hands, expecting to see burns, scars, something to mark what had just happened. But my skin was smooth and unmarked, though my veins seemed to pulse with a faint crimson light. What happened? I managed. The blade tested you, as it tests all who seek to claim it. Most who touch it do not survive. You are truly of the bloodline, child. Not a trace, not a remnant. You are the heir.

“Was I the only one sensing the signals? I didn’t want to do too much but this was actually glaring. It was saying a lot and of course, I was going to read meaning into it,” I was so deep in thought that I didn’t realize that there was a blade on the floor until I cut myself. “Shit!” I whispered. Dax looked up to watch me. “What is wrong?” He noticed the blood dripping from my finger and quickly rushed towards me. “Where is your first aid?” He asked, searching for it. I pointed towards the direction of where it was, hissing in pain. Before I could even comprehend what was going on, Dax put my finger in his mouth and sucked the blood from it.

A second strike followed instantly and it kept coming and coming as steel flashed repeatedly. The blade finally made a shallow cut across my shoulders. Pain burned through the cut. It was time to end this. A growl left my throat, Brook pleading to have a taste of blood. My claws lengthened, muscles expanded, fangs protruding. I shifted, but not fully. The mercenary took a step backward as the ground cracked beneath his feet. I caught his sword, snapping the blade in half. Smoke hissed through the air as silver burned my skin. I threw the broken blades effortlessly.