Relic Blade Darktide Novels & Stories

Glacier pressed the attack mercilessly, aiming for the other eye. Roosevelt frowned. From thin air, the first Dark Blade—the original weapon he had ever forged—materialized in his hand. He hurled it with deadly precision. The blade tore through the air and sank deep into Glacier’s right wing. Blood sprayed in a wide arc. Raphael lost balance, cursing violently. “If that’s how you want it,” Raphael growled. He swung Frostbite wildly at Roosevelt. “Shadow Scale,” Roosevelt whispered. Raphael’s sword burst into flames and crumbled to ash in an instant. Shock flashed across his face.

With each scene, the weight of the blade grew heavier, as if it carried the souls of all who had held it before me. My knees buckled. I gasped, and the battlefield flickered. For a heartbeat, I saw the real chamber overlaid with ghosts of the past—Riven fighting to reach me through invisible resistance, Damien watching with hungry fascination, the walls themselves trembling under the pressure of the relic’s power. Then the dagger dragged me under again. I stood in a quiet clearing bathed in pale moonlight. There was no blood here. No war. Just silence and the soft rustle of leaves. A figure stepped from the shadows, cloaked in darkness that felt achingly familiar.

She was physically spent, but something with a little less effort… Her lips curved into a crooked smile. The huge merc let her go. Madchen looked around for something, to enact her last bit of revenge. Her eyes traveled to a table with an assortment of knives and tools, their only purpose she knew, was to torture. Slowy, she limped over to the table, and found the one item she was looking for, The guards seemed to understand her intentions, and held Jason in a tight grip, as she approached him with the scalpel in her hand.

Kaela’s scream echoed through the fractured chamber, a raw and primal sound that sliced through the veil between worlds. The remnants of the Hollow’s domain twisted and writhed around her, unstable and imploding. Fractured timelines spiraled into one another, collapsing under the weight of what had just occurred. The relic blade trembled in her grasp, still pulsing with the energy of a forgotten age.

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

The strange ancient language came to life. "The blade of light has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of protection runes is carved into the blade near the spine. It was crafted by mage Calwivu, in the Aengmor Forest. It was crafted to kill the immortals. After the battle of Valmir, only two blades have been known in existence. One was kept in a secret location by the were council and the other one belonged to the Vampire elders...." "Vampires!" Harry stopped reading and rushed to inform his Alpha.

She quickly skimmed over them before turning her blank stare back to the man in front of her. "Jared Knight, 26 years old, born and raised in the area, joined Golden Ridge at the tender age of 16 after your dear older brother joined." Summer began reciting what she had just read. "Golden Ridge is well aware to stay away from La Fiet given this is The Dragon Guards turf, so please enlighten me, why are you here?" "For fun." Jared snapped spitting out a mouthful of blood. Stepping forward Summer remained silent as this time she clamped her plyers on Jared's pointer finger.

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

Allison slowly walked near her. “If you know your mother’s powerful spells then you can do this. But you have to work it on your own, Allison. You have to find a way to defeat Thana. Work like Akira, think like Akira, spell like Akira and plan like Akira.” Allison kept looking at Zamini and then she remembered something. She opened the zipper of her bag and pulled out the object covered in the white cloth. She removed it and showed the antique silver dagger to Zamini whose eyes widened seeing it.

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.