Poisoned Blade Novels & Stories

She pressed a folded cloth into my hands and knelt across from me without being asked, holding Ashford's shoulders down with a strength that belied her age. "The blade," I said. "I need to see the blade that did this." "Here." A young warrior, one of the eastern gate patrol, held out the weapon with shaking hands, the metal catching firelight in a way that confirmed what I already suspected. Silver, worked deliberately into the steel, forged specifically to poison a wolf's blood rather than simply cut it.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

I yanked out the blade and thick, black blood spurted out like a fountain of death. Silver. Poetic justice, huh, Andy?

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

The blade who defies all in service to its true master. A dark voice began to echo within the mind of the Knight lord whispering of her pledge of service to her only master. Kent smiled as the blade took the shape of a single-edged sword, the blade shone like the black moon glistening upon the blood-filled lake. All life who looked upon the blade without a single word the fear upon their eyes was clear as day as no soul could ever forget the destroyer of gods, The Blight Eater. “Master, It is an honor to be of service to you once again.” The blade whispered.

He immediately pulled out the dagger and roared with laughter, “You think this puny little dagger could kill me?” While coughing up blood, she spoke, “I didn’t just throw any ordinary dagger. Why don’t you look at the blade and see what’s different from any dagger?” He observed the dagger in his right hand. It was covered in a purple liquid that resembled poison. She laced the weapon with unknown poison. He’s never seen anything like it.

He glanced at me, trying to gauge if I could handle the truth. “They weren’t just cutting for fun, though.” His tone was clipped, barely contained. “Some had the blades dipped in God-knows-what poisons. They’d slice into you, then leave you to wonder if you’d make it to the infirmary before it kicked in.” The image of him hurt and left bleeding made my stomach churn. And still, he went on as if the memories had finally clawed their way up and refused to be buried again.

But looking at her right now, I felt like She looked like someone who had seen this coming and had hoped very hard to be wrong. Kael's son was trying to excuse his actions but his sister was clearly not having it. "You poisoned the fucking blade," the daughter said, her voice going strange and flat in the way voices do when emotion has become too large for its container. "Landon. Yo said you didnt actually want to kill me, but you poisoned blade — with poison from Aldenmere of all places. She won't heal. You know she won't heal." Something finally moved across the son's face that might have been real regret. "I didn't —"

He spat it out and took a new stance. I had to win, so I lunged at him again. But something unexpected happened. He pulled out a knife. I had been foolish to think he would honor his word about no weapons. He swiped the blade across the arm I had used to block, sending a pain so sharp through my nerves it made me stagger. Poison. I’d been around long enough to recognize it. The knife was poisoned, and the venom was spreading fast. “Papa?” Elana called. Her voice was weaker now.