Relic Blade Darktide Novels & Stories

A relic gleamed in her grip—a dagger wrought from moonstone and obsidian, its blade etched with runes that glowed like living fire. Elias’s eyes widened. “That’s—” “The Crescent Fang,” Rhea finished. “Forged by the council. A blade made to kill what should never have been born.” Her gaze locked on Serena, and for the first time, Rhea’s face softened with sorrow. “Forgive me.” --- The attack came like lightning. Rhea moved faster than any wolf Serena had ever seen, the blade slicing across the altar. Serena barely leapt back in time, but the dagger still grazed her arm. Pain exploded, burning like molten silver, searing into her veins.

Upon seeing Amara interested in this celestial sword, the apprentice hurriedly explained, "Amara, you have keen eyes. This is the best treasure in the entire Muted Pavillion, known as the Scarlet Dracoblade. "Formerly, Elder Elias killed two demonic dragons, one red and one black, by the Inky River. He used their tendons and bones to craft this sword, sealing their souls within to create the Scarlet Dracoblade and Black Dracoblade. Why is only the Scarlet Dracoblade here, and not the Black Dracoblade?" Amara asked. The apprentice answered, "Rubern took the Black Dracoblade." "Rubern?" "Yes, Rubern."

“If we can learn how to cast these spells or infuse them into our armor then we'll have a great fighting chance at whatever Zerathos throws our way.” Draven pulled another book from the shelves and skimmed through it. “Okay you have shielding and I've got enchanted weapons.” He said, his voice laced with excitement. “From what I'm seeing, they are called ‘light infused weapons’ and are specifically made to counter dark magic.” I moved closer to him, reading over his shoulder. The book deceived several powerful weapons, each crafted with an element of divine energy to fight against the shadows and shadow ingested creatures. The first one was called lumen blade. It was a sword infused with cel

Zadicus called, sharing the reason why exactly he used this ancient sword. “What…?” Katastrofi was taken aback as no human was able to withstand this spell before. “You can’t use this, you will die.” Katastrofi informed Zadicus but he was determined and began to cast the name of twelve relics. “Darkened Vision.” He opened the first gate, and an obsidian appeared on top of him, representing the first relic. “No..” Katastrofi moved back but Zadicus began to attack him with double force he was using before and Katastrofi countered it easily for now.

My voice trembles, my light dim, but the blade’s runes pulse, its song a faint hymn of ruin. Klythe’s laugh is a cosmic chill, her void-blade raised. “Destroy it, and the Veil collapses—light, shadow, your world, gone. Voren was a fool, seeking to merge realms. I seek balance, Convergence, and your heart—your will—is the key to bind it anew.” Her words are a storm, and a vision grips me—the second relic, a pulsing void, Klythe’s heart its core, Elara’s dream of coexistence its spark, twisted by the First Ones’ hubris. The blade’s demand sharpens: to destroy the relic, I must offer my heart—not death, but my essence, to restore the Veil’s balance, or bind it to Klythe’s will.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

A gray-black scimitar appeared in the hand of the ghostly Emperor Grand, slashing at this path covered with light, which was filled with human and demonic forms, and the path path of heaven and earth destroyed was miserable. It's just that this path's light blade is too far apart from Tadhg Walter's light, Tadhg Walter's light, covers everything, like the coming of Killing Religion, the evil Emperor Grand's blade light, only contains the transformation of humans and demons. With the right path, where can it be compared to Tadhg Walter, with one touch, Emperor Grand's evil sword light will explode. A loud bang sounded, and a deep groove appeared on the ghostly Emperor Grand's chest, and a lot

He placed his palm over Elder Minas’s abdomen and muttered, “Come out now. Your mischief has gone on long enough.” A sigil of two crossed blades appeared on Mane’s palm as the darkness element grew thicker and denser. Under the astonished looks of the Dragon King and the Oracle, two pitch black blades escaped from Elder Minas’s body, bringing with them dark blood. The two blades hummed happily and floated next to Mane, causing the young Supreme to smile wryly. “Yes. I have missed you too Night Mare and Night’s Kiss.” Yes, the two blades that had appeared were Night Mare and Night’s Kiss. They were the source of dark energy that kept destroying Elder Minas’s body!

The tall man watched in horror as his two companions gurgled on their own blood, but I didn't have enough time to watch them bleed. Two more soldiers reached me when the one on the outside started rattling the gates. A kick from one of them was blocked, whilst my fist collided with the other. Daggers of shadow jumped between my fingers, swirling over my hands. Knuckle guards, so that my blows would be felt even through their protective plating. Twirling on my feet, I sliced through one knight's throat and imbedded a dagger into the other's brain. There was something wrong, perverted, with the armour they wore. With the blades they carried. I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Five more me

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h