Manga Broken Blade Novels & Stories

' J: haha hold on, so you want me to believe this myth? A: I do not expect you to believe whatever I say but I am just telling you and later, you can verify from your grandma. So as I was saying, your grandma who thought she could not protect you alone had a deal with me to protect you and in turn, I asked to be your mate.' J: oh I see... and how does my best friend come into all of this?' A: you see, your best friend by some means got to know about the pendant of generations and the fortunes that come with it and she been blinded with greed, wants to have it to herself even though she can never have it.'

Before Rio could deal with a deathly blow he saw the reality around him was breaking apart when he saw his right hand was obliterated out of existence. He looked back to see one of the blades exploding in a flash of violent yet beautiful light as the blade was released from its seals, it destroyed everything in its wake wiping what was left of the crystal chamber from existence. The Blade destroyed the stone, and spirit in the wake of its rage as it answered the call of its only master as it flew into the rubble destroying the stone that enveloped him.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

“That’s a pureblood heir. If anything happened, the entire vampire world would lose its mind.” Beneath the blanket, my hand slowly rested over my stomach. Her child was the pureblood heir the entire vampire world had been waiting for. Mine was only a half-blood that should never have existed. From the very beginning, they belonged to two completely different worlds. The hospital room fell silent again. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the blood bond document. The once vivid crimson words had finally faded away completely. I stared at the blank page for a very long time before slowly tearing it apart.

I demanded, losing my grip on his arm. He lost stability and fell to the ground, still struggling to catch his breath. “We don't know how he just…broke through” he coughed out. I turned to Lila to find a wide smirk on her face. " Guess you have more problems than a twin bond, to deal with” My eyes narrowed down to the guard once again, trying to order my next move which was to warn ivy. Because clearly, he didn't need the blood moon to push through with his other plans.

“You can choose whatever material you want to fight each other,” the matriarch declared, her voice echoing through the arena like a spell cast over the room. She stood with her arms outstretched, as if offering them a divine gift—freedom to choose their own destruction. Without hesitation, Dorian moved. His eyes locked onto a long, curved blade resting among the scattered weapons on the ground—a katana. He stepped forward, the steel whispering as he lifted it into his hands. The weight was perfect. Balanced. Silent. Deadly.

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.

It looks painful. “Do you Annabella accepted the role of Luna of Blue Ridge pack.” “I… I do.” Do you promise to do your duties, to live and treat each pack member as your own? Both good and bad.” My eyes scan the crowd. I see my parents, christen, some girls I went to school with. And I swallow the thought of banishing them all and accept my fate. It’s better to forgive than to hold on to hate for the rest of your life. Alonso takes the knife and holds the palm of my hand open. He cuts deep enough to draw blood, and I squeeze it over the burning flame.

"We are allies and supposed to help each other. And this is about rogues. We never want another pack to suffer like we did, though it's already late to offer our help." "No. No. We're grateful for any kind of help you offer. Thank you." "Yes, Luna Hannah. And, please." He smiled, then grabbed the knob on the room beside him and opened it. My heart thudded loudly, knowing I would see my mate soon. What would he look like? Was his body covered in bandages? Turned out he was lying peacefully on the bed with bandages covering his chest and arms. But there were a lot of scratches all over his body.

The next thing everyone knew, he stomped onto a longsword on the ground, breaking it into half immediately. The tremor sent the broken blade flying. It was lodged right in Makoto’s throat while everyone watched it happen, unable to react in time. Needless to say, Makoto was shocked. He clutched his throat helplessly, an incredulous expression permanently etched on his face. Then, he slid to the ground slowly and breathed his last.