Onyx Blade Ds3 Novels & Stories

"Look at me! Remember the forest! Remember the vow!" Nyx, the man who had been her right hand for three years, didn't even blink. His mercury-white eyes were two dead moons, reflecting nothing but the mandate of the High Elders. He raised his obsidian blade—the twin to Lyra’s—and struck. Silas was there in a heartbeat, his gold-veined wolf form intercepting the blow. The collision of the two obsidian frequencies created a shockwave that shattered the remains of the dais.

His wings stretched back out behind him without him seeming to have moved a muscle at all and Megan marvelled again at their nature. "We are?" Dennis had a pleasant smile on his face. "Well, that's great." He turned to Megan with a whisper, "You're going to love watching this, Miss Months. I assure you." Adolf urged them a couple of steps backwards and as soon as they complied, an electric whirr resounded through the field with Olympus's AI voice coming up over some seemly invisible speakers in the area. "Ready to commence training sequence," it said. "Please confirm your identity whenever you're ready."

“Does this mean something?” Edward, who I’ve always viewed as father figure, is now all hunter in his response. “It means that you’re not just any hunter. And that’s as scary as it is promising.” Rion leans in so close his voice is almost private, “There’s a legend that the Orion blades can split in two.” He’s joking, I think—until I flick my wrist, and the blade separates perfectly down the center, each half locking into my hands like twin extensions of my own arms. The blue light flares, briefly blinding.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

He charged at the Dusk Riders, followed by his subordinates, and engaged the thick crowd. He swung, the killing edge of his blade, which bit through the sinews of a Dusk Rider's neck and ripped tissues open until it reached the other side. Blood flew in a spray from an open throat. The afflicted let out a gurgled scream before falling to the side. Keron thrust the nevok forward, its curved tip went through the gap of a chestplate of some Dusk Rider and successfully penetrated the skin between two embossed ribs. The sharp edge speared through the alien's blue left lung sac until the blade exited through the alien's back muscle.

*You still speak as though possession offends you, Darius Blackwood, yet you spent most of your life calling him your wolf. Darius's face hardened. "That was before I understood what he was." *And now?* "Now I know his name." For a split second, Onyx's expression shifted. Aurora saw it too. "Onyx, listen to him." The silver eyes turned to her. *You are not part of this.* Aurora didn't let go of his hand. "I'm making myself part of it." A hint of irritation flickered across Onyx's borrowed face. The old man who had warned them away from the eastern city moved slowly towards the wall, his silver blade raised. "Do not answer its questions."

The heavy scrap-blade in her right hand remained rock-steady, the edge positioned exactly two inches beneath Vance’s left jawline, right where the synthetic green-lit data-ports were still sparking violently from the kinetic shockwave of my Void-marrow spike. Vance didn't move a muscle. His chest heaved slowly beneath his frozen black zinc-weave duster, his cold eyes darting from the three-foot shard of obsidian marrow cutting through the dirt between his boots to the massive, slavering snout of the three-ton Alpha wolf hovering right above his shoulder.

Ang mga bahay-na-bato sa paligid ay gumuho. ​Habang abala ang Omega kay Xander, si Aria ay mabilis na kumilos. Nagpakawala siya ng mga Nanotech Fibers na bumalot sa leeg ng Omega. "Xander, ngayon na!" ​Ginamit ni Xander ang kanyang huling alas—isang Experimental Phase-Shift Blade. Isinaksak niya ito sa dibdib ng Omega. Ang blade ay idinisenyo para sirain ang molekyular na istruktura ng kahit anong bagay.

The cold wind lashes my hair across my face as I look down into the abyss below. Trapped. Behind me, boots crunch closer. “Don’t make this worse, Luna,” one sneers, mocking the title. “Damien just wants to talk.” “Tell him to talk to his own damn reflection,” I snap, backing toward the drop. They spread out, three of them now, forming a half circle. I can see the silver glint of their blades—the kind used to subdue wolves. My wolf bristles, ready to fight, but I know I can’t take all three.

“You can choose whatever material you want to fight each other,” the matriarch declared, her voice echoing through the arena like a spell cast over the room. She stood with her arms outstretched, as if offering them a divine gift—freedom to choose their own destruction. Without hesitation, Dorian moved. His eyes locked onto a long, curved blade resting among the scattered weapons on the ground—a katana. He stepped forward, the steel whispering as he lifted it into his hands. The weight was perfect. Balanced. Silent. Deadly.