Renewed Shall Be Blade That Was Broken Novels & Stories

Luna screams as Travis attempts to remove the knife lodged in her shoulder. He glares at Luna with a murderous intent, gripping the blood-smeared knife. Finally summoning her courage, Luna manages to stab Travis's shoulder using a knife she had hidden under the pillow. As Luna suspected, Travis hadn't realized she had hidden two knives earlier as a precaution. Taking advantage of Travis's momentary lapse due to exhaustion from their previous activities, Luna strikes back.

It had not been performed in over fifty years. “I am,” I said, voice steady despite the way my heart thundered in my chest. “Then let it begin.” Thane handed me a silver blade with an obsidian hilt. Its edge shimmered under the moonlight. “Cut your palm,” he instructed. “Let your blood fall onto the runes.” With trembling resolve, I pressed the blade against my skin. A sting, then warmth. Blood dripped onto the glowing runes, and the moment it touched them, the ground shook.

and the blade used wasn't ordinary" Michael spoke up "What do you mean not ordinary?" "What I mean is, the blade was made by Kono, so it isn't ordinary. It can destroy one's soul and the soul could be lost forever" Michael replied " I recognize the blade, it was used on seraphine too" Nirvana said. " If it can destroy one's soul and I'm Sera, then why am I still alive" " Because you had a strong will back then. The chances of survival is just 5%" Michael said and Nirvana's eyes dilated

"Why is it me?" From behind her, she heard Famallumi groan. "Tryna is really going to kill me. This is bad, so bad." For the first time since she sat in the chair, Renny turned and faced the elf. "What's bad? What do you know?" "You're alive," he said. "You're not supposed to be alive. When I failed to send you on your next journey, bringing you out of the past, I made you the Warrior's Blade." He closed his eyes and slumped against the wall. "Tryna is not going to be happy."

I took a deep breath to calm myself down, then I continued again, the wind whipped around me as I turned around. The sound of the blade scraping against the wooden surface filled the air as I did so with each swing. The smell of freshly cut grass and blades of grass mingled together with my sweat, which hung thickly over my skin. The ground seemed almost alive beneath my feet, pulsating softly with energy. A small green light shimmered above the blades of grass, growing brighter as the sun rose higher in the sky.

Lucus turned the Antabulam parallel to his shoulders and struck him on his neck. He broke his neck and went straight on the glass railings, making a huge hole on it. "... Lucus is pretty strong," Vivian said. "Nah! That's nothing. He isn't even using his scythe... I can't believe it... his scythe refused him... For the first time, a scythe refused their reaper... He has grown rusty" Fate said.

Vulcan’s eyes narrowed, and a thoughtful smile appeared on his face. He revealed, “One of those swords must be broken for a victor to be decided.” “What?” Tanya and the others were all stunned when they heard Vulcan’s words. “Senior Vulcan, aren’t you being a little too decisive with that conclusion?” Tanya asked while shaking her head repeatedly. “Both the Celestial Blade and the Willbreaker are peerless divine weapons. How could they be destroyed that easily?”

I wasn’t broken by any of this. I was clarified. The plan was specific now. Exact. A blade instead of fire. And when the time finally came... I would use it.

“Whatever’s eating you, fix it before it kills you. Because the next time you lose focus in a real fight, you won’t wake up.” He walked away, leaving me in the dim light of the training yard. My breath came out ragged, my pulse wild. I threw the blade into the ground, the metal sinking into the dirt with a dull thud. And then I sank down beside it. The smell of soil, sweat, and iron filled my lungs — grounding and suffocating at the same time. I pressed a hand over my face and let the silence swallow me. I’d broken things today. Again. Julie’s pride. Nalini’s peace. My own restraint.

The darkness inside Kallum flickered and then evaporated from him like smoke torn apart by wind. Gone just like that, and what remained was Kallum, only Kallum. His eyes cleared and he looked more human, broken, confused and the pain from the stab, more evident. He glanced down at the blade again and then slowly turned his head and his gaze found Killian and something shifted in his expression. “You…” Kallum whispered. Killian released his grip on the knife and shook his head “don't." He said. Kallum frowned faintly.