Miracle Blade Novels & Stories

Charlie had crafted a few amulets before the auction. During that time, blessed by the Cultivating Pill’s powerful spirit energy, Charlie had crafted a new magical instrument for himself. This magical instrument was stronger than the Thunder Order, and it was called the Soul Blade. The Thunder Order would call upon divine lightning and make a huge commotion, but its destructive ability wasn’t exactly great. However, the Soul Blade was different. The Soul Blade wouldn’t cause astronomical changes, and it was practically unnoticeable. Not only that, but the Soul Blade was much more powerful compared to the Thunder Order.

He pointed to the timer that had count down to about forty minutes left. "Let me see if I can shut it down." Ricardo began keying in a set of command that brought the screen blank and lines of code began to appear. "Or maybe I can at least hibernate it long enough for your friends on the mountain to take over and contain it." A few minutes and an enter key later, the equipment powered off. "It's done," he sighed in relief. A smile had just begun to form on Megan's face when the glass panel suddenly began to beep with blue light running across its structure, and all the nanites went red-hot.

The sudden news took Lucian by surprise "my thoughts exactly" "but the security was tight, both physically and spiritually." Lucien said. Diablerie was the last magic mirror that allows and grants one the power to see the past, present and future whether hidden or secret. But one needed to possess an extraordinary amount of power to control it. "Apparently, the intruders used some kind of charm to make the guards fall asleep but I'm yet to find out how they managed to get pass the spiritual border." Zephyr calmly explained. "Black magic!" Lucian exclaimed.

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

They watched me through the shower glass. I soaped slow. Blind. Exposed. I bent for the soap. And saw it in the drain. Half a contact lens. Blue. Not mine. Not my sister's—hers are brown. Someone else showered here. I stood. Wrapped the towel. Fumbled the tuck. Blind people can't see mirrors. "Your phone," the robot voice said. I reached out. "Where?" "Counter. Left." Wet phone. Cracked screen. I turned on VoiceOver—Siri reading fast, gibberish to them, clear to me.

He had the most comfortable feeling so far as he could remember in his entire life, and it was even accompanied by a sweet dream. All he knew was when he closed his eyes, and his lids covered over the surface of his eyes, darkness welcome, and in an instant, a light suddenly shone through, eating away the darkness that previously covered his eyes. The white light then transitioned quickly, and he found his vision covered with a dream-like scene. It was like the sky was split into two, and he was standing on the other part. It reminded him of the Uyuni Salt Flats in Bolivia when he went to the country for a business trip, one of the scenes that he personally considered as the most magical and

The weight of this revelation hung heavy in the air. The editors said nothing. Their forms unraveled into the mist, leaving only the mirror, which now stood cracked from top to bottom. And in that crack, something shimmered—a faint glint of violet steel. As Eryx's eyes locked onto it, the tension in the air became almost tangible. “The Sigil Blade,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. Mia’s breath quickened. She didn’t know how she knew, but every fiber of her being screamed that the fragment in that mirror wasn’t just a weapon. It was the missing piece of the true ending, a revelation that seemed to shift the very fabric of their reality.

Then, she unsheathed it and stretched it to my face. “We're two halves of the same blade, Mira." She said, “I'm the blade, you're the handle. Together, we cut.” I stared at the knife for what felt like forever, not even realizing that I was holding my breath. “That’s… a lot.” I mumbled, breathlessly. She giggled. “It is, and we’re not even at the fun part yet.” I blinked. “That wasn’t the fun part?” She pushed herself up to stand and extended a hand. “Let’s begin. You’re going to try something called a ‘mirror-veil step.’ It’s how you bend light and time together. Travel in the blink of thought.”

and the blade used wasn't ordinary" Michael spoke up "What do you mean not ordinary?" "What I mean is, the blade was made by Kono, so it isn't ordinary. It can destroy one's soul and the soul could be lost forever" Michael replied " I recognize the blade, it was used on seraphine too" Nirvana said. " If it can destroy one's soul and I'm Sera, then why am I still alive" " Because you had a strong will back then. The chances of survival is just 5%" Michael said and Nirvana's eyes dilated

Night Blade’s second in command explained seeing the confusion on everyone’s face “It is large enough to hide an army.” “Keep this on your person.” Mage 001 handed out a crystal that was shaped like a petal as he explained “if you are in trouble or caught, smash this and I will know.” He pointed at the circular disc in his hand “This will glow when any one of these are broken and will also give me an estimate of the location.” Just as they were ordered, they abseiled in pairs, one from Night Blade’s team and one from Night Mage’s team formed a pair. But as they abseiled, they all looked the same; all wore a metal mask that covered their whole face with the exception of eyes.