Poisoned Blade Novels & Stories

I felt a strange sensation from the tip of the blade—it was coated in poison. "What do you really want?" I gritted out.

He seemed completely oblivious of how Blade Immortal stealthily placed his remaining hand on his hip. Suddenly, Blade Immortal's expression became fierce. He violently pulled out a dagger, and tried to stab Frederick in the leg. This dagger had poison on it. In fact, there was no known cure for the poison. Even with a slight cut, the poison would get into the victim's bloodstream. The victim would die within three breaths. "Young people are just too naive and stupid. I only pretended to be weak. Did you really think we're afraid of you?" Blade Immortal laughed loudly.

Sweat covered Lorenzo’s face as he lay on the bed with his eyes shut and squeezed into a frown. He panted, seemingly out of breath as he struggled in his dream. Inside, he saw images, one of which struck him the most was a blade. It pierced through his chest near the heart. He held that blade and tried to pull it out but the attacker only moved further, making the blade hit his internal organs. The blade was covered by a poisonous type of silver. Lorenzo could smell it. But how could such a weapon enter the room? This was the border of their pack, and it had a tight security. Guards were everywhere.

Just when it looked like Dante might win, when he'd backed his father against a wall and was preparing a killing strike, the vampire lord pulled something from his belt. A blade appeared in his hand, the metal gleaming with an oily substance that caught moonlight wrong. He moved faster than Dante could react and slashed across Dante's chest in one smooth motion. Dante stumbled backward and I screamed as I felt his pain explode through our bond. Not just the physical wound but something else, poison spreading through his system and attacking his hybrid nature specifically. The blade had been coated in something designed to kill hybrids, targeting the magical combination of vampire and Lycan t

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

But it was all a blur now, the only clarity coming from the sensation of a cold blade piercing my side. The pain was a jolt, sharp and sudden. It came from nowhere, like a shockwave hitting me full force. A blade, black and deadly, buried deep into my side. Poison. I knew it immediately. Lucas stood in front of me with cold eyes. I gasped, my mouth filling with blood as the poison started its work. The world shifted, my vision swimming. I staggered backward, barely able to keep myself upright. My knees buckled, and the ground rushed up to meet me. I was barely aware of it happening. I just knew that the pressure in my chest was growing, the darkness closing in.

I dash forward and watch with amazement as the tip of the blade meets the blanket of poison. A red hue emanates from the steel as if it just came fresh from the fires of a forge. The sharp edge of hot steel comes in contact with the silver bound, and poisoned-soaked netting. Cutting through the material like a hot knife through butter. The netting falls to either side of me and I stand. The culprits in my sight.

I asked back confused but he shot me a dead glare and I quickly stretched my left palm to him. "ouch "I shriek out when he slice my palm unannounced " this dagger is made from the venom of a black mamba and a little amount of dark magic. The wound on your palm has been poisoned and you have till sundown tomorrow to bring the girl to us or you die "he said and my blood went cold. gush now I think coming here was a bad idea, I can't believe I was such a fool to have come report my discovery to the high witch.

Its blade glowed with a faint green light and was obviously poisonous. The Five Poison Sect was particularly good at using poison and they could kill people faster than anyone could realize how it was done. Kendall's weapon was called Devour the Heart and it was a Blue Category weapon. There were rumors that when it was cast, it was soaked in the venom of 108 poisonous insects for a year. Therefore, Devour the Heart was extremely poisonous. As long as it cut through a person's skin and made a wound, the victim would be attacked by the poison and die miserably.

I chipped in the update. “Two idiot friends always amalgamating the most stupid ideas” “So what do you think of it?” I was immune to her insults already. Anyone that still gets offended by it is yet to understand that harshness was Hilra’s mother tongue. She thought for a moment and turned to the door when it sounded like someone was walking past. “According to Anthonier, the blade is still with her?” “Yes. I believe it is safest in her room. No one would believe I’d leave a blade that could end me in the hands of a mistress who had barely stayed a full week”