Miracle Blade Novels & Stories

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

Blade sprang into action to catch it, but the boar was wild and rabid and was not surrendering without a fight. Even before Blade got even a slight scratch from the wild boar, it just dropped dead on his feet. I had to tell the spirits not to interfere with Blade unless I asked them to. They agreed, but a few days later, while Blade was sparring with one of his warriors, his body was enveloped in a black mist, and I had to scream and ask them to stop. I was terrified that if Mike attacked Blade, he would just drop dead. So, at this point, Blade and I decided that he was not to go into any friendly combat with anyone until I could make the spirits stop overprotecting him.

Thank goddess that I had my mother's MirrorBlade necklace with me. My hands stole around my neck as I fondled the necklace mother gave me before I departed. The necklace had such energy potency to wade off any form of attack. The mirror blade was designed and given to mother by her father, who was a very strong magician before he died. I've seen what the mirror blade was capable of. It had a reflecting potency that helped duplicate your attackers thereby leaving them in a befuddled state. Once that was accomplished, the sharp tip on the neck piece was awakened. It pierces the heart of whomever it fixes its attention on. But it had to be provoked.

"I can't! I can't even! He's more hideous than before! The image of his nose is burning into my brain. I can feel it coming up. I'm going to vomit." "So, then why are you leaning over me?!" I snap at him and kick him away from me. "I figured it won't make much of a difference to your appearance," he replies, still on the verge of puking his guts out. "Here," Max hands me Troy's compact mirror -- what guy owns one? The Troy kind. I hesitantly look into the mirror and then sigh in relief. "This is how my nose has always been, morons!" I raise my voice at them, my relief turning back into anger.

Mira smirked and continued chopping her vegetables. “You are issuing an arrest? What is wrong with you?” I reduced my tone. “Harry, I grew soft. I forgot about the pains he put me through but after his meeting with me today, I know exactly what I am doing”. She opened the pressure pot and poured the vegetables in it. “Mira, this is my brother, your husband. Your new life and your reputation. Do you want to gamble with all that?” I asked softly. She looked at me and pointed a knife at me. “Stay away from this fight or I will drag you down the hill”.

The ghosts of the past whispered beneath my feet, but I had no room for doubt. Myra stood across from me, clad in black leather laced with bone. Her pale hair was matted with dried blood—some hers, most not. Her eyes burned with the madness of too many lost wars and too much stolen power. "You really think you can end this with a duel?" she sneered. "After everything we've burned?" I unhooked the Luna blade from my back and let it sing as it left its sheath. The metal gleamed silver-blue under the moonlight, thirsty.

The Moonstone blade glows brighter on contact, the gold light intensifying, and the black energy disperses on impact like smoke in wind. "The blade absorbs dark magic," Moira states, moving steadily forward. "You should know that. You've been afraid of it for years." "I'm not afraid of anything." "You're afraid of this." Moira drives the blade forward, not at Melvanie but at the floor between them, carving a sweeping arc of gold light that forces Melvanie backward. "You're afraid of justice. Of accountability. Of the fact that everything you've built can be undone by two words from a girl you underestimated."

The leash is still intact. Ninety seconds left. I pull the Phantom Blade from my hair. In the Faraday cage's dim light, the titanium needle catches nothing—it is too flat, too practiced at being invisible. This is the only piece of the Moore legacy that Damian hasn't managed to reduce to a data point.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

At most, it's an upper earth rank technique. The warriors from the Purple Cloud Pavilion did not agree. They felt like even if ultimate god rank techniques are atrociously hard to learn and that divine solidifying realm warriors still needed a certain amount of talent to learn, it did not stop miracles from happening. In the eyes of the disciples from the Purple Cloud Pavilion, Chris could create miracles. More precisely, he was a miracle himself! At that moment, Chris was already in a battle with Blade. Blade's speed was incredibly quick. In just a flash, he sent out three slashes at Chris.