Renewed Shall Be Blade That Was Broken Novels & Stories

" What's going to happen is my sin." "Die you fucking scum!" Magical Blades of wind cut through the air. Chris turned and avoided most of them but two cut into his back. The ones that missed cut deep into the trees around him. The smaller ones were cut down by the attack. 'Damnit I'm rusty!' "This is how a wind blade should be!" He roared in anger. In an instant he gathered the magic needed and threw his hand as if throwing a knife underhand.

“Hold the line! Do not let them breach the gate! Watch your flanks, trust the wolf beside you!” She moved to the wall, her blade cutting through shadow wolves that should not have been able to die. They fell, dissolved, reformed but each time, they were slower, weaker. The ancient weapon’s light burned them, scarred them, and made them remember what it was to fear. With every strike, the power in her blood sang, the voices of her ancestors guiding her blade.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale. Frowning, he snapped, "Look! Why did you have to keep fighting for it? Take the card and buy a new one tomorrow. "Clean up the shards on the floor so Susan won't get injured." With that, he wrapped his arm around Susan's waist and walked upstairs. Susan leaned against his chest before turning to look at me with a hint of triumph in her eyes. I slowly crouched. The marble floor was icy-cold. I picked up a sharp shard and pressed my fingertip against the edge, letting it pierce through my skin.

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.

I was the one tasked with finding and helping Rosie. And I will, even if it breaks her heart. Pulling out my athame, the one I received from the previous coven leader, I send my will into it. This blade has been to battle before. Usually, a sacred blade is only used in the preparation of spells and rituals, but occasionally it can be utilized as a tool in the battle against the darkness, divine forces guiding the hand of those chosen to fight. The blade glows brightly in the moonlight as I seek the blessing of the Goddess. Keeping the blade low and pointed to the ground, I conceal it along my leg, hoping it remains unnoticed until it is too late.

Driven by the fervor of his burning essence and blood, the Chaos Flag's fiery radiance flickered for a fleeting moment before waning. Seizing the opportune moment, Severin maneuvered the Oculus Blade's sword beam and sliced it through the flag's defenses, nearly severing the Ancestora's arm in a single stroke.

She sigh, said in a low yet excited tone, “I see you become the army of yourself... As a token for the old times, utilize the blade once again and remember thy moment!” The blade flow so fast that no one ever notice as it pierce through the heart of the withering tree. Strangely, this tree glow a fading gold! The moment the blade pierce to its branches, the fading gold slowly revive to clarity, and any moment, the withering will turn into a golden glow...

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

Simultaneously, a sense of longing emanated from its core. Adrian was taken aback for a moment. It appeared that the Divine Frost Slayer Blade was expressing its longing for the broken piece on his fingertip. Acting on intuition, Adrian placed the fragment on the damaged site. To his astonishment, a remarkable scene unfolded as the fragment seamlessly returned to the crack on the Divine Frost Slayer Blade. The two pieces merged until the blade was restored to its original state. Adrian was surprised by this unexpected turn of events as the Divine Frost Slayer Blade had never been broken before, and he hadn't anticipated it possessing this function.