Manga Broken Blade Novels & Stories

Splinters rained across the floorboards. "Mama!" Lira cried, pressing herself against the corner of the cot. "Stay behind me, baby." I snatched the hunting knife from the hearth mantel. My hands weren’t shaking. Five years ago, I would have frozen, paralyzed by the scent of Alpha dominance seeping through the cracks. Now, my pulse was cold and measured. Caleb had trained me to survive without magic.

I froze. I had always had a weak stomach. He noticed my hesitation and said, "It's fine. Look for a mirror. There must be one around here." I quickly stood up and rummaged through the cabinet and its drawers until I found a small mirror. I hurried back to him. James took the mirror and positioned it in front of his wound, at an angle that allowed him to see it. Then he seemed to notice something. "That bastard. His blade was coated in silver. When he struck me, it broke. I thought it had been an accident, but that's what the blade was designed for—to break off inside the opponent's body..." he exclaimed.

I turn away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing my tears. The memory of what it felt like to lose the mate bond is still so raw. I had no idea what I was in for- nobody I know has found their fated mate and failed to seal the bond with a marking before the next full moon, so I had no frame of reference for what would happen. Though even if I did, nothing could have adequately prepared me for the experience of what it was actually like. When the moon rose to its highest point in the sky that night, it started. The pain. It felt like my body was being ripped open, the bond being physically torn from of my skin. I couldn’t do anything but scream and cry and writhe in agony, will

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.

So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controv

Who all greeted me with so much excitement and others kept seeing me as Landon’s girlfriend, which I had to deny so many times that I’m just a friend. “You look really cute.” One of them, Blake commented. He had red hair, a few piercings on his ears and nose, and he was quite tall and muscular. Red beautiful eyes and if I didn’t know him, I would say he was quite a celebrity. He also had tattoos all over his torso except for the visible areas. “Thanks.” I took a step back, and he kept coming forward. “Blake, she is off limits.” Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile.