Miracle Blade Novels & Stories

Isaac gave Mira the side eye. “I am not!” Mira shouted at him. “Hahaha! One thing that’s really awesome about her is her special skill, the Dead-Eye. With that thing active, she won’t miss her shot.” “Well, I guess among archers she is cool…” Mira pouted and puffed her cheeks. Isaac smiled seeing Mira’s reaction. He patted Mira’s back as if to give her support. “It’s okay, I’m sure you’re going to earn some recognition in the future.”

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.

I trip on the stairs and he pulls my hair and drags me up the stairs by it. The world is all white noise, an empty silence on a faded background. In the movies they use green screens to create a better world around them, and create an illusion to trick the mind. On my green screen, I'm with Arlo at the beach. No one knows our names, and they don't know who we are. The world collapses into a dark cloud of broken dreams. Dreams are crushed and my green screen shatters, my adrenaline remembers where I am. Hunter is on top of me, with his hand covering my mouth.

Needing space to think, I quietly walked out of the living room and immediately dialed a spy I knew could help uncover exactly what Blade was doing with Mira in his house. As desperately as I wanted Mira by my side forever, I refused to watch my pack fall. I had heard whispered horrors of Blade's cruelty and his flawless victory streak, but this time, the outcome would be different. “Find out what Blade is plotting against us,” I commanded the moment the line connected. “There is fifteen thousand dollars in it for you if you deliver exactly what I want.” I ended the call abruptly, refusing to wait for a reply. I didn’t want excuses or negotiations; I only wanted results.

She jumped back and I heard Clarice exclaim in pride before moving on to the next pair. Leah was limping, still recovering from the blow I'd laid on her weaker leg, slowing down her attempts to dodge my blows. I took advantage of this and started coming at her stronger and faster, laying low blows into her side, staying close to the ground. Leah's fists connected with my back and ribs as I wrapped my arms around her torso, ready to take her down. She planted her feet as I pushed, giving way with just enough time to send me barrelling head first into the mat, my eyes lifting to meet an amused Beta Gideon standing there, watching the whole scene.

Copying encrypted files from James' private computer into a flashdrive was still one of my lowest moments. The only good news was that this was over now. The information in that drive should have been able to prove that James had nothing to do with the White Light. Blade handed me an envelope and a small device. It was rectangular but small. It's whole size was just a tad bigger than my palm. I glanced at Blade questioningly. He snorted before pushing a button on the side of it and powering it on. It was a viewing device of some sort. It was like an iPad,but smaller. I'd never come across it before. I wasn't a techie but I was up-to-date on all the latest gadgets.

A gleaming, double-edged silver dagger materialized out of nothingness, shimmering under the soft recessed ceiling lights as it hovered in her palm. Slowly, deliberately, Odyssey leaned down and slipped the bone-hilted blade snugly into Mirrielle's limp fingers, wrapping her hand around the cold grip. “Just this one chance to get her out of your way... for good.”

Just me, silence, and a truth I couldn’t outrun. The blade was where I’d left it. Carefully hidden beneath a false floor tile and shrouded with cloth enchanted to dampen aura bleed. It wasn’t a standard weapon. This one had been gifted to me after the hybrid trials. Blood-forged. Custom-coded to react to the specific fingerprint of my aura signature. One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke.

“The moment I touched it, it felt like someone was ripping my heart apart from the inside.” Nathan’s face tightened. “Let me see.” Aiden didn’t answer. Nathan carefully moved closer to the dagger, studying it without touching it. “What kind of weapon is this?” Nathan’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh God it’s bad Aiden, Raiden didn’t want to kill you..” “He wanted to torture you to death. What he stabbed you with is a Sacred relic..no forbidden weapon” his face turned worst as he continued. “It’s called a Ritual Blade. I have read about it in one of Mirabel’s spell books, it was used by a powerful witch who gained power by killing supernatural beings and absorbing its power. She created this weap