Manga Broken Blade Novels & Stories

[Blade Law] Eliza also played her final trump card. The sword shattered as her blade shone pure white. Despite this, the broken surfaces were now held together by peculiar energy. She, too, ran ahead. Eliza's eyelids flutter with apprehension. She wasn't sure if her blade would be more powerful. This was a warrior who questioned whether her blade could be as powerful as a mage's. Sia's gaze was fixed when the two blades collided. The sword she was holding shattered and fell to the ground.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

Most people were resting in their offices, and my cries went unheard. Zoey, wincing from the damage my nails had done to her, slapped me as hard as she could. "God, you're a nuisance! Your nails are killing me! You did this to yourself." My arms were still on fire, but I refused to let the doors close. The trio's impatience was mounting. They slammed their feet onto my hands in an attempt to make me let it go. "You're impossibly stubborn!" Zoey grabbed her pen and uncapped it. Just when she was about to jab it right into my hand, a deep voice echoed from afar.

Night fell, and I sat alone in my cold room. The decree stripping me of my Luna title had just arrived. Damian's flamboyant signature stared at me like something alive, grotesque, and mocking. I stared at the blank space where my Luna name should have been, my gaze empty. I didn't cry. My tears had long since dried. Suddenly, my chest convulsed with pain. A wave of indescribable grief washed over me. I felt it clearly—my destined mate had marked another she-wolf.

Tears welled up, blurring my vision, as I curled into myself, unable to stop the tremors that wracked my body. I had barely begun to recover from the last time, but here I was again, on the floor, broken and helpless. I couldn't fight it. I couldn't fight him.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Blood on the Blade The Moon’s Eye Temple was a furnace of flame and fury. Steel rang as Rowan’s blade clashed with Darius’s, their movements fast and brutal, like twin storms locked in a deadly dance. Sparks flew as iron met iron, the enchanted weapons pulsing with old magic — one born of the Elders’ control, the other of rebellion and fire. Lyra stood frozen for only a moment, her eyes wide with heartbreak and disbelief. Rowan — the boy in her mother's bedtime stories, the nameless savior from the shadows — was real. And now, he was the one trying to kill her.

But before he could reach me, the blade’s energy surged again, and I was thrown backward, the force slamming me into the stone wall. As I lay there, dazed and gasping for breath, I could feel the blade’s energy resonating with my bond, pulling at it like a riptide. Rigel knelt beside me, his face pale with worry, but I couldn’t focus on his words. All I could see was the blade, still glowing with that ominous red light, and the terrifying realization that it wasn’t just reacting to my bond—it was feeding off it.

Jack said with a smirk. He was a whole different person, it was almost like they had done this many times before. Did I fall in love with a killer? "Take this." Nash said handing me a knife. I took it without question. I wasn't going to use it but if this person who had Aubrey tried anything then I would maybe use it. "How are you even gonna find her?" Ella asked. "Same way we did you." Johnson answered. I stopped listening and just closed my eyes. They're killers, they're crazy, phsyco and insane. How the fuck did I even get put into this situation.

I saw Zaria sticking out her tongue at me and smiling victoriously while wrapping her arms around his neck. All that yelping was just an act. I was burning inside and wanted to attack her for framing me but I felt sharp pains in my leg when I tried to move. Those shards had cut me in several places. But the pain I felt in my heart was more than those cuts.

Night Blade’s second in command explained seeing the confusion on everyone’s face “It is large enough to hide an army.” “Keep this on your person.” Mage 001 handed out a crystal that was shaped like a petal as he explained “if you are in trouble or caught, smash this and I will know.” He pointed at the circular disc in his hand “This will glow when any one of these are broken and will also give me an estimate of the location.” Just as they were ordered, they abseiled in pairs, one from Night Blade’s team and one from Night Mage’s team formed a pair. But as they abseiled, they all looked the same; all wore a metal mask that covered their whole face with the exception of eyes.