Renewed Shall Be Blade That Was Broken Novels & Stories

“I let myself believe again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…” “Well,” Thorne interrupted, “I think the show’s over.” He pulled out a long silver blade from his robes. It shimmered under the emergency lights. “Let me show you what I do with weak links.” Before I could react, he moved. Fast. Too fast. Like he didn’t follow the same rules of time as the rest of us. The blade sliced across the first girl’s throat. She collapsed without a word. Then the next. And the next. And finally, Riven.

Inside lay… The missing half of the Oath Blade. The chamber fell silent. The two broken halves vibrated violently. Blue light exploded throughout the cathedral. The pieces lifted from their owners’ hands… Floating toward one another. Slowly. Inevitably. When they touched… The crack disappeared. The blade became whole once again. A voice older than history echoed through the cathedral. “The Twin Keepers stand united.” The bells stopped ringing. Every candle reignited. And somewhere beyond the mountains… A door that had remained sealed for one thousand years… Slowly began to open.

The Director’s voice floats down, almost amused. “Listen to her, Renn. Miss Vale has become very possessive of graves.” Renn’s thumb tightens. I throw the Phantom Blade. I do not throw it at her. I throw it at the wire bundle behind the detonator. The blade hits the cable housing and sticks. Bad throw. Pregnant, exhausted, hip half-failed, hand burning, bad angle. Still close enough. Sarah shoots the blade hilt. The impact drives it through the housing. The countdown stutters.

“You must use the blade against him—but in reverse.” Eliana frowned. “Reverse?” “The blade takes. It does not give. But if wielded correctly, it can be turned against its master. If Kade is struck with it in a binding circle, the blade will recognize him as an enemy instead of an ally.” Eliana’s heartbeat thundered. How do I do that?” Her father stepped forward, pressing his forehead to hers. His touch was warm, reassuring. “The markings on the blade,” he whispered. “They must be rewritten in your blood.”

Lana entered, her eyes fixed on the floor, until a subtle light shone from under the bed. She approached and, with trembling hands, lifted the dagger. But it was no longer the dagger she remembered. The blade had grown, transforming into a gleaming sword, pulsing with an ancient and powerful energy. "But... how?" Lana murmured, open-mouthed. "The blade has fulfilled its first mission," explained the goddess, her voice echoing with a calm that seemed to traverse time. "It purified the species. Now, having assumed its sword form, it calls you to fulfill the next mission."

The water around us formally against pressure waves. Each shot torn one of the creepers into pieces, but it were too many. One of the Aale broke through Kael's defensive line and shot right on my face too. I instinctively ripped up the Vibro cutter. The Ungetüm rammed into the high frequency Blade and was slit in length. Cooking hot blood splashed against my sight. “The gears are free!” I cried and hastily wiped the blood from the glass. ‘But the Coupling lever has broken off! I need something solid to contact

"We will wait for you in the nearby village of Landon." "As you wish, My Lady," he bowed to her. She turned her back to the counsel to walk out of their meeting place. "There is one other small matter," one of the counsel members said, "That blade –" "Will remain with me. I have earned it." She replied curtly. "You could not take it anyway," Revenge spoke up, "Any who try to touch it without the permission of its master – or mistress, as the case may be – seem to have their hand struck by the blade itself with lightning."

The change happened in a blink of an eye, and Casey could not do anything about it. Let alone to respond, his brain seemed to be blank at the moment. After all, who would have thought that a fellow sectmate would attack him, and it was even a severely injured disciple. The Wave-Breaking Sword was re-engraved with three inscription patterns, showing unprecedented sharpness. Swoosh! Both of Casey's legs were cut off. Swoosh! Swoosh!

“But it touched him. Or looked at him. I don’t know which is worse.” Rowan launched forward with a blade wreathed in magic, one we’d taken from the Sanctum years ago. It shimmered gold as he slashed. The creature caught it with bare fingers. And snapped it. Rowan stumbled back, shock on his face. “That blade was blessed by three bloodlines. It shouldn’t break.” “It didn’t,” I whispered. “It just stopped believing.” The creature moved toward him and I felt something then. A ripple. A tug in my ribs.

he went on lightly, gesturing at the blades, “not these.” “Don’t.” I sniffled, wiping at my face again. “Not now. Not about this. Something has to be done. This is serious, Revandrel.” He exhaled a long, tired sound and turned his back to me. “Break off the parts of the blades protruding from my back.” I recoiled. “Why? Would that help?” He glanced at me over his shoulder. “My legs are failing, I need to lie down. Let’s just say that lying on them is as bad an idea as pulling them out completely.”