Miracle Blade Novels & Stories

she barks, turning to me. I blink at her, half-expecting her to be joking but her expression is firm. I take a look at Ezra and he gives me a small nod. “Shit!” I think to myself. With a shaky breath, I stretch my trembling hand toward her. The blade slices through my palm, and a sharp sting shoots through my entire arm. "Ouch!" I gasp, louder than I intended. Someone chuckles softly, but a quick glare from Ezra silences them. Elder Miriam retrieves a silver bowl from behind her, its surface engraved with intricate markings and holds it between us.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

“The prophecy was never meant to allow both paths. The pact was broken long before you ever touched her soul. And now the magic bleeds.” I stared at them all, heart hammering. “There has to be another way.” “There is. But it demands blood.” Of course it did. They extended a skeletal hand, conjuring a small platform of starlight. Upon it lay a blade I had only heard of in whispered legends—the Moonshard Blade. A curved weapon made entirely from obsidian crystal, yet pulsing like it was alive. Veins of silver light moved across its edges like breath. I didn’t touch it.

She looked like the version of me that Kael had once loved, the version that had never known a day of hunger. In her hand, she gripped the Mirror-Blade. It wasn't steel. It was a jagged spike of vitrified data, pulsing with a bruised purple light that hummed at the exact frequency of my Moonstone heart. She didn't look at the Alphas. She didn't look at the boy. She looked at the copper sutures across my stone chest—the physical bridge where the virus was currently downloading my soul. She raised the blade, the violet edge hovering inches from the central valve of my core.

Silver gleamed under the low light. A blade. Not just any blade. Old. Lunar-forged. Balanced perfectly for a hand that could both destroy and protect. Mira sucked in a breath. “That’s a Moon Relic.” “Yes.” “They were all destroyed.” “So everyone was told.” I wrapped my fingers around the hilt. The metal hummed, recognition, not resistance. “This was made to kill Devourers,” Mira whispered. “And to anchor them,” I said. Her head snapped up. “Anchor?”

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)

I wipe the thought from my mind as it can not even nearly be possible. So instead, I plant my feet firm on the ground with legs spread apart just enough. I grab my blade firm in my hand, not opting for the Colt as I do not wish to injure my own of the group. It is with blade firm in hand that I see one of the Demons coming straight for me, where Mirabelle is still trying to find her grounding. I wish I could tell her to sit out of this one, but I know that not only will she not listen, but we need the extra pair of hands.

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

Sapphire said. As soon as I turn, I could not believe my eyes, here stood an all-white Lycan with clear blue eyes. Seeing is truly believing, looking at this beautiful creature in front me I had to agree with Sapphire she is a miracle and I cannot wait to see what she will do.