Relic Blade Darktide Novels & Stories

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

"That's what I’m here to find out. The guy claimed these Shadows are tied to someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. You know him?" Lucifer’s eyes flickered with recognition. "Vlad Darkclaw? Of course, I know him." His voice grew colder. "He’s dangerous. Ruthless in the underworld. And that's me" Aiden folded his arms, meeting Lucifer’s gaze. "Then you know this isn't a coincidence. If I want to get to the Shadows, it looks like I'll need your help." Lucifer stared at him, considering his words. After a long moment, he finally said, "You’re playing a dangerous game, Aiden. But if you want to take this path... I’ll help you. For now."

“Are you going to talk or keep staring?” Dre smirked. “Who’s your plug?” “My plug for what?” “Your plug for boldness,” he snapped. “Do you know Mr. Blackwood could’ve killed you? All because of his daughter?” “Salvador ordered me to use Marlene,” I said bluntly. Dre froze. “What? That’s insane—” “It’s the order,” I continued. “If I want him to keep paying for Reina’s treatment. If I want those men to stay off your back.”

My breath hitched. I spun around. Caden was leaning against the closed door, his arms crossed, a lazy half-smile on his lips. His eyes, those sharp, dark eyes, were fixed on me. And they weren't just seeing Maeve, the maid's daughter. They were seeing something else. "Looking for this?" he asked, holding up a gleaming silver watch between his thumb and forefinger. It glinted in the soft light from the window. My blood ran cold. He'd had it all along. He'd sent me in here just to trap me. "You... you had it," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Neron said. " No, No Neron...Akron is a moron and I know that, I just can't waste my Omnipotent time dealing with a puppet like him, I could just erase him from Existence right now but it won't be fun, I need to have fun " Derek said and he giggled. " What are you up to Derek? " Neron asked. " The Dark Blade of Light has been an Immortal slayer all this while, It can awaken dark and light beings from their slumbers with ease, I am Omnipotent right? I am just like the Creator but not like him Really "

The stone was cold, but not with the natural chill of winter; it was a void of warmth, a hunger that seemed to pull at my very soul. "Darlene, stay close," Eryx ordered, his arm wrapping around my waist for a brief, possessive moment. "If the relic activates, your fire might be the only thing that keeps us from losing our minds". We entered the darkness. The only light came from the faint, crimson glow of the obsidian daggers I had infused with my Sun-Walker blood. The walls were lined with murals of the first wars—visions of wolves turning into mindless beasts, tearing each other apart under a black sun.

It was a monolith of dark slate, reinforced glass, and industrial steel, a fortress built by a man who expected the world to attack him at any second. The medical team quickly took Liesea away the moment we landed on the private helipad. They moved her toward the lower level, a state of the art underground wing that looked more like a high tech private clinic than a residence. I wanted to follow her, to stay by her side until I knew every monitor reading was stable but Kasimir’s head of security, Jonas, stepped into my path. "Fräulein," Jonas said, his hand gesturing toward the grand floating staircase. "Herr Adler is waiting for you in the master wing."

Each bore a different relic—an oath dagger, a crown shard, a vial of black fire. But Lucien walked to the center. There, in a glass casing, lay the object he’d come for: A blade, black as obsidian, humming with broken oaths. The **Kavari Blade.** He stared at it for a long moment. It had been lost for decades—sealed by Seraphine’s grandfather. Its edge was cursed to only draw blood from those who betray their vows. And he would need it soon. He reached for the glass. But before he could touch it—

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)

After all, he had handed the Light Breastplate over to Tracius in respect of his brother Tracy's last wishes, only for that to end up causing Tracius' demise. On second thought, the Pope of the Church of Holy Illuminati had been willing to trade the Magic Dragon Blade, a cultivation method from the middle dimensions, in exchange for the Light Helmet. That must mean that the Light Armor was hiding a secret of sorts. Although Wilbur managed to kill the Dark Messenger, he was just a clone of the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord could form another clone anytime he wished, and the Dark Messenger could show up again anytime in the future. If this were to happen, Wilbur was not sure if he could defeat him