Nanami Blade Novels & Stories

“My memory has been coming back in flashes. And I remember seeing your wolf. It was massive, absolutely massive, and your eyes were like two fireballs. So?” I couldn’t help but smile. Leave it to Riley to catch on, even when she was barreling a car through a wall of flame. After a moment, I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered, “I’m the Selene-Blade-” Riley gasped. “I knew it!” “But you can’t tell anyone! Not even Miko.” I paused. “Especially not Miko.” Riley’s response was instant. “I won’t, I swear – my lips are sealed.” And she mimed zipping her mouth closed.

Lance trembled. "I will like to advise you, Alpha Nemesis. You might be thinking you have a chance here. But this woods belongs to us. You can only make it out if we want you to make it out, you have one more minute to come out and lay down your weapon" Alpha Nolan's beta informed them "Let me go for him,right now. This is simple, cut the head and the body dies" David persuaded Sophie. "This is different, if you cut the head, another one grows" Lance murmured.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

Amy. “The blade was crafted based on your temperament. It is called Moonblade because you are the queen and a werewolf, but the craftsman said something about being special.” He said, and we both looked at the knife. It is special! I can feel the surge of power coming from the knife, but hearing it myself is another matter. “As much as I am unsure of what he meant, I trust him. Your energy dictates the knife. You can use it to the fullest, or you can use it as a last resort. It is your choice.” He added, and I looked at his face immediately.

Damon POV The first blade came from the left. I deflected it, slammed my shoulder into the attacker, and drove my knife up under his ribs. He dropped without a sound. More came—sprinting through the trees, shouting Axel’s name like it was a war cry. I met them head-on. Steel met flesh. Blood soaked into the dirt. I moved on instinct. Dodge, strike, kill. My breath was ragged, my arms heavy, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I carved a path forward through the chaos, eyes scanning the battlefield, listening for anything—anyone—that could tell me where Kalilah was.

"The blue light is getting smaller." "She’s not tired, Pella. She’s looking for the opening," Nomo said, though he wasn't sure if he was lying to the girl or himself. (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) Sofia felt the Void-Blade whistle past her ear, the coldness of the weapon sucking the warmth from her skin. She blinked ten feet to the left, but Phuwin was already there, his obsidian sword coming down in a vertical cleave that shattered the floor where she had stood a millisecond before.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.