Renewed Shall Be Blade That Was Broken Novels & Stories

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.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

“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.

But the blade shatters into pieces. Jace picks up the blade’s empty head and blinks at it. “Well, this is damaged. Do you want to use mine?” The beast flicks a claw and throws Jace away; he crashes into Gideon’s chest. They roll across the floor, stopping just before the big hole in the wall.

His words struck harder than any blow, sharper than any blade. Punishment. The syllables reverberated in my chest, tearing through bone and breath until I could barely feel the ground beneath my feet. For a moment, I forgot the blood on his shirt, the fight that still echoed faintly in the night air. I forgot the car that had just vanished into the shadows. All I saw was him, Kenneth Diego, standing before me like a broken monument. His chest rose and fell, each breath ragged, like the words had ripped something out of him too.

“We didn’t want to bring it to you with everything going on in the council. We thought we could manage it.” I turned on him, eyes narrowed. “Stop using that brain of yours and always tell me matters like this.” He lowered his gaze. “Understood.” I exhaled sharply, about to walk away when something glinted in the grass near a thick bush. I crouched again, brushing aside the leaves until I saw it—curved, wicked, and unmistakable. A rogue’s blade. I picked it up carefully, inspecting the bloodstained edge. It wasn’t from any blacksmith in the realm. This was custom-forged—lightweight, designed for speed and silent kills. I could almost taste the lingering energy it radiated.

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?

Samson said. He puts his phone on loud speaker and dropped it on the table to have a feel of the Night blade. Samson stood up and he unsheathed the sword right in front of Alicia who gulped. The handle of the long sword was a wooden-medieval gold cabinet but the blade was stark and stoic. It could cut through any metal, alloid or repel steel attacks plus the enchantments being installed made the sword more distopic.. "Boss, the Night blade should be installed into one of the mechanincal bots being structured here at Boneridge."