Manga Broken Blade Novels & Stories

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.

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

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.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

"Because I don't exist. I am a ghost of a future that was never written. But because I was never written, I am the only thing she can't control." She reached out and touched the broken hilt of the obsidian blade. The black stone didn't bleed this time. It **Glowed**. A soft, white light—the color of the moon—began to spread through the obsidian, knitting the broken pieces back together. "The shadow-blade is a weapon of the past," the girl said. "But you need a weapon for the **Next**. You need a blade made of the things that were never said." "What are you telling me?" I asked, my eyes filling with tears.

Blade's POV. Now I'm here, trying so hard to make her feel better but I can never tell her that everything will be alright, I can't whisper her the words 'i'll protect you' because I'll just fail myself and her. How can I tell her that it'll all be fine if I'm also broken? How can I assure her that if I'm just pretending to be strong but deep inside I'm slowly melting because of the fire that is desperately wanting me to fall on the ground and break out? Damn this hell! All of them think that I'm the strongest yet I can't even support my mate and help her gain her glow once again. Bullshits! Argh! I wanna take a deep breath over and over again but that'll just make her feel down more.

“But it touched him. Or looked at him. I don’t know which is worse.” Rowan launched forward with a blade wreathed in magic, one we’d taken from the Sanctum years ago. It shimmered gold as he slashed. The creature caught it with bare fingers. And snapped it. Rowan stumbled back, shock on his face. “That blade was blessed by three bloodlines. It shouldn’t break.” “It didn’t,” I whispered. “It just stopped believing.” The creature moved toward him and I felt something then. A ripple. A tug in my ribs.

“I am on your side. I always will be. But… breaking a mate bond isn’t simple.” “Why can’t it be?” My voice came out louder than I meant. “People break bonds all the time. So why can’t mine be simple?” She paused, then carefully, like she was weighing every word, she added, “His wound. You’ve seen it’s not healing the way it should.” “I know,” I snapped. “It’s because of the blade. It was laced with dark magic.” She went quiet. Not arguing. Just… letting me hear myself.