Renewed Shall Be Blade That Was Broken Novels & Stories

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

“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.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

A blade such as that, has no place in the realm of mortals. The Blade of Eternal Light is one of a kind. It was forged and imbued with one purpose and one purpose alone. The ability to separate two souls. When I discovered Alcmene’s curse, this knife was the weapon I used to attempt to put right what she had done. The balance could not be allowed to shift. The Fates would not allow it and because it was my power that she used to create her living puppets, I was held responsible for rectifying the mess.

And I…I just wanted to be with those who loved me. My eyes began to water and I felt nostalgia pulling me back. I forced the bike to go faster as I struggled inside to keep going. I couldn’t turn back. When the tears started falling and my vision blurred. I squeezed them shut to clear my view. The moment I opened them, I felt instant regret. It only took seconds of closed eyes for the bike to steer into the left lane. A gut-wrenching screech from a car in the opposite lane filled the air as the driver tried to brake too fast.

They were here to witness me pledging loyalty to this pack. "I, Hannah Blaise, denounce Crescent Pack and Alpha Danny Blaise as my Alpha," I stated in one breath before I took another as I felt a snap in my chest. It was a broken link that indicated I was no longer part of my brother's pack, the one I had been part of since I was born. It made me mellow, but I had decided, and no matter what it was, they were always my family. I flashed a smile, waiting for the following statement with enthusiasm in my eyes. "I, Hannah Blaise, accept Eliot Robertson and pledge my loyalty to you as my Alpha and Blood Moon Pack as my pack."

The urgency in his tone and his hard gaze on me was a call to swiftness. "That blade used was poisoned, that's why it hasn't grown back… Your manhood that is-" Our eyes fell on his balls that were sitting lonely in between his legs. My eyes snapped shut as my heart rapidly beat. "What blade?" "Send the blade to me then I'll go check on it, then come back with either good news, or bad one. I just hope it would be a good one because if it's not treated early, it's gonna cause a huge problem..."

Another was a slap that landed on my mother, when she also made to hold back a warrior from striking me. Tears couldn't stop flowing down. I hate myself for making my parent pass through this. Maybe it all happened for a reason as mom had said. I hope and wish to see Blake again. He is a vampire, but the feelings and bond between us was unique and deep. Could he be my mate?