Renewed Shall Be Blade That Was Broken Novels & Stories

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

He smiled at her, but it appeared to be a mocking smile from afar. Asking, 'Is that all you got?' Her grip becomes tighter. [BLADE LAW] On her other hand, a blade appeared. The blade on her right was burning red, but the new blade appeared to be burning with a bluish flame. She should just give it her all in a situation like this where she doesn't know what to do. {Blade Law (Epic Rank)- According to heaven's law, if the first sword misses, the second sword is a sure hit. Until the skill expires, the user gains Sword Aura.}

The blade is serrated, and I notice three notches missing as I bend down closer to look at it. “Fucking shit.” I mutter. “What?” a healer asks. “Serrated. And it’s damaged.” My heart sinks, thinking there may be loose silver pieces lingering in his now gushing neck wound. He takes his gloved hand and grabs the blade, moving closer to the light to get a better look at it.

ALTHEA. Blade broke away from me and shifted into his wolf the moment I was able to separate the shield and give him an ordinary but still protective one. At least with this individual shield, we could both fight back. But, of course, the shield was not as strong as the one I’d been using for three days now.

The sword was not heavy and was considered light compared to other legendary swords, but it had a slightly thicker blade. “Hmm… Maybe those stories might be real.” After inspecting the sword carefully, Delainey said, “A mysterious material is covering the blade of the sword. If I remember correctly, you’ll need to concentrate True Energy to break the cast covering the sword.” “Is that so?” James muttered doubtfully. “Yes, it is. You should give it a try, Mr. Caden.” Delainey passed the Blade of Justice back to James. James took the sword and activated Heavenly Breath.

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.

If I had the chance to do this again, I wouldn't make the same mistake! What did it feel like to fall 20 floors? The wind sliced at my skin like knives as I hurtled through the air, and the shards of glass cut into me as I crash-landed on a car. My clothes were ripped, as was my skin. My blood flowed as my memories flashed in my mind. One second, ten seconds, a minute… A year, five years, ten years… My life flashed before my eyes. And then, as expected, I was reborn again.

For the Ebony Panther King was already on his way here. “Wing Augmented Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King” Mane swung the sword with all his strength. The stone sword hummed strongly, glowing with a beautiful green light. The winds of change mingled happily with destructive lightning and created a greater output of power than either was capable of individually. For a second it looked like it was going to break. But it stood firm, handling the destructive energy of the Bloodied Blade technique before handing it over to something else – the crystal clad abdomen of the White Fox.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”