Poisoned Blade Novels & Stories

The young man made a flaming saber sword, while his sister materialized a halberd made of ice. People attacked in one blow but the two still manage to dodge the attacks. They’re fight went smooth, not until someone attacks from above. They did not expect anyone to come from above the tree. He thrusts his dagger into the young man's shoulder and the other touched the woman's arm. “Arghhhhh…” The young man screams in agony. The dagger used by the man is no ordinary. It has poison in it that made the young man squirm in pain. His rich blood is flowing out of his wound.

A dense, overwhelming killing intent surged around him. The strangest part was that his pupils were changing, flickering with gold. Tristan's heart skipped as unease hit him. He instantly gave up on the attack and backed off a hundred yards, going on high alert. "Marshal Snow, just so you know, my ghost blade is laced with deadly poison. That strike didn't just nearly sever your arm. It poisoned you. "The more you circulate your energy, the faster it spreads. Once it hits your limbs, bones, and marrow, not even the heavens could save you.

Without hesitation, he took a knife and cut the palm of his hand so swiftly. “What are you doing Blake!” The last bit of my rationality allowed me to send a mindlink directly to him clearly knowing what he is about to do next. However my words of warning seemed to have not reached his ears as he did not even have second thoughts in pouring the poison directly in his hands. “The poison is lethal! It could kill you within seconds!” Panic rushed over me because I knew how lethal the poison was as the creator myself. Gasps were heard all around as all eyes were focused on Blake’s bloodied hand as they visibly saw the wound stop bleeding in an instant.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

The impact shook the entire structure. Arthur mounted him, raining down punches. Left, right, left, right. Lars’s face turned into a bloody mask. Then Lars’s hand shot up, something glinting in his palm. A small blade, barely bigger than a knife. He stabbed it into Arthur’s side. Arthur roared and rolled away, clutching the wound. The blade hadn’t gone deep, but something was wrong. His movements became sluggish almost immediately. “Poison,” Lars said, climbing to his feet and spitting blood. “Just a little something to even the odds.”

“M….my lord, we….we’ll get ready for surgery….” The man’s head tilted, eyes fierce. “Here.” One word. Final. Harlan obeyed, struggling with gloves, his hands shaking so hard he could barely put them on. The man held out his arm, blood dripping on the floor. “Silver blade. Mixed with poison.” His tone was calm, unconcerned. “It won’t heal.” I couldn’t look away. The poison made a hissing sound where it touched air, the skin around the cut was burned black, yet he stood firm, his gaze fixed….not on the doctor, not on the wound, but on me.

Annabelle told him that the blade must have been coated with poison. She had noticed a particular scent earlier in the morning, but at the time, the strong smell of medicine and blood had masked it. “What kind of poison is it? Do you know?” Kendrick asked. Annabelle nodded and explained that this type of poison was commonly used on concealed weapons and blades. Ordinary disinfection methods wouldn’t be enough to remove it completely. Even if only a small amount remained in the wound, it would cause continuous tissue necrosis, preventing the injury from healing properly.

She could not even stand properly as her eyes got blurry and dim. "Fuck! Damn it! " Blade kept cursing herself as she forcibly stood up and wandered her eyes around. Screams of her colleagues and slashes of flesh resounded through the night. Blade's heart was racing with anger and nervousness at the same time. She wanted to help her members, but she couldn't do anything. She stared at the booze they've been drinking and realized that the enemies might have secretly put a poison in it. But it's too late for her to regret since she has already consumed it.

She pointed out but I already knew that so I retorted harshly at her. “Fuck yeah. it is, Fer!” I bawled. “But tell me why the fucking blade still in—” “It’s poisoned!” Feryt cried out now, filling the air with her pain-filled volume. “…Blackened means that the blade has been lined with poison...” She added with a reduced voice as she started to sob shakily.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.