Manga Broken Blade Novels & Stories

“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

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

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.

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.

How did that even happen? And how come Blade was hit? How come he wasn’t able to dodge the attack? When I heard his pulse weakening, I immediately bit my wrist. I opened his mouth and made him drink my blood, but for the first time, my blood didn’t seem to help him. “What’s going on? Why aren’t you healing yet? You are supposed to be stronger than the rest of us here, Blade! Open your eyes! Please!” I begged. Seconds later and Blade’s warriors came.