Poisoned Blade Novels & Stories

The blade was made of pure, polished silver. I flinched. Silver was lethal to our kind. It burned our flesh, slowed our healing, and in large enough quantities, it could kill us. "Give me your hand," the shaman commanded. I held out my right hand, my palm up. Before I could blink, the shaman sliced the silver blade across my palm. A sharp, searing heat exploded through my hand, and the silver immediately poisoned the wound. I let out a gasp of pain, trying to pull away, but his grip on my wrist was very firm.

They carried long, curved blades that shimmered with a deadly, violet poison, A Wolfsbane. “Faith!” Killian’s voice suddenly burst out, a roar that shook the very foundation of the Arena. He didn't look at the blades. He looked at the shadows where Faith was hiding. He could scent her. “Run! Don't look back! Run!” “No Killian, I’m not running!”, Faith screamed, throwing herself against the grate. The silver pulse in her veins didn't just hum this time, it exploded. The rusted iron of the grate broke down under her touch, turning into fine grey dust.

Everything tonight was heavier than it should be. I unwrapped it slowly, layer by painfully layer. Like peeling back skin. And then, I saw it. “A blade.” It wasn’t large, not ornate but wrong. The metal didn’t catch the light. It swallowed it. It was alive in a way steel should never be.

he spat, and she chuckled, turning slowly. "Yes, but the blade was poisoned. You've been unconscious for six days, and while everyone thought you would die, the goddess planned differently," she said, a tight smile tugging at her lips as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he'd been stabbed with a poisoned blade. Did Reylin poison the blade, knowing it could kill him? The thought that she had made his heart ache and his beast howl in anguish, but with everything he'd done to her, she had every reason to kill him and deep down he knew the only reason he survived was because of Lyra.

"At the Garrison headquarters, everyone who hears the name of my Ghost Blade is terrified. Some are even scared enough to commit suicide on the spot. "In my hands, death is a luxury that one can't hope for. "I will make them fully understand what it means to live a life worse than death." Woody remained unfazed and spoke at a steady pace, saying, "Isn't your father-in-law Lacharys Vale, also known as the Poison Lord?" "How did you know?" Ghost Blade immediately became tense.

Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell even heavily armored foes. "Come forth challenges, for you will meet your end upon my chains, until we find the map's missing piece," Voicing out, Serene, as the Chainblader, cracks her knuckles, ready for whatever awaits us in the shadows as she pulls out her scalpel chain, a terrifying weapon that can eviscerate flesh with one swing. Its many blades glint menacingly in the torchlight. That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces.

As soon as the titanium hits my palm, I switch it to my other hand. With the quickness of a leopard, I am dodging away from him once more, but not before the blade sinks into his forearm with a howl. Crimson liquid squirting from the wound as I yank the weapon free. The blood starting to boil and fizz, telling me it’s made with silver and laced with other poisons as well. “You’ll pay for that!”

The blood and pain only show how much I can handle everything. “Nice catch,” he grinned as I throw the blade back in his direction, silently aiming at his head, but the devil caught the blade before it can even touch the strand of his hair. I hissed when he threw a bottle. It’s the antidote to the poison that he poured over his blade. Alpha Zach is known to use his blade for everything. Our bullet is made of special orbs that allow rogues and werewolves to be killed in just one bullet. While her blade is made by the legend metalsmith and he has a collection of poison that he uses to kill his victims.

I'm panicking. "It's filled with poison." He said softly. "What ?! I didn't know! I'm sorry!" I immediately picked him up and took him to the infirmary. They were no longer surprised when I took Maven there. They are probably used to that. I looked at Maven and saw it was pale. "What's wrong with him?" "The blade that wounded him has poison." The nurse said calmly. Poison? My sword has poison in it and I didn't know? After they healed his wound Maven fell asleep. And since there was no one to watch over him I watched over him all night and unknowingly I was asleep.

Before I could turn to see what was going on, Lucius was upon me, his eyes wild with desperation, his blade coated in a sickly green sheen that reeked of poison. He swung the blade in my direction, but the impact never came. Instead, a body collided with mine, shoving me aside with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs. I staggered, regaining my balance just in time to see the man who had taken my place as the poisoned blade plunged into his flesh. For a heartbeat, the battlefield fell silent. My gaze locked on the figure who had stepped between me and death. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, the blade still buried deep. Dark blood see