Saw Blade Bloodborne Novels & Stories

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

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.

the man said as he grabbed a knife from his side. “I’ll stab you, and I expect you to live, do you understand?” He said to the trembling little boy, “I know you’ll die, but I’m very willing to wait until you try and kill me and my man. I don’t care if you kill us through haunting, or if you miraculously survive. Either way,” he stabbed Michael on his left bicep, and the little boy screamed in pain, “Make sure you never forget my face.” he said as he dropped the bleeding boy on the deck and gestured for his men to leave.

Not effective at all, that is aside from the special handguns the order gave out with blessed bullets, those could kill a vampire instantly, but they were hard to get and were only given to the generals. Blades clanged as they started sparing some were fighting on the ground and others in the sky, the sounds of steal on steal echoing off the surrounding mountain ranges. Thana and I squared off against each other, practicing our stances and swings and blocks late into the afternoon. I felt something hot go through my side and stumbled forward as Thana’s sword came down, hitting my shoulder. Dropping my Sais, I cursed, grabbing at my clothes to see what had stabbed me. I looked down, seeing a

She slowly turned to the blade to find it covered in her blood, then coughed up some more blood. As Derren stared at the blade, his face tightened in anger, and his eyes started to glow bright red. He let out slow breaths as he watched the blade move into her chest again and out of her back. He quickly got back on his feet and was about to punch a hole in the wall when a female voice suddenly came from behind him. “I’m not behind the wall anymore; I'm over here.” Derren turned around, gritting his teeth as his blood boiled with anger. His fangs were now at full length, and his eyes looked as menacing as they could ever be.

The blade gleamed under the weak light, sharp and merciless. Soren’s blood froze. “TRAVIAN!” he screamed, voice cracking. The knife arced through the air and slashed across Travian’s ribs, tearing fabric, spilling red. Travian staggered back, blood dripping in rivulets down his side. But instead of collapsing, he roared—a sound so primal it made the walls tremble. He caught Dain’s wrist mid-swing, twisting it until bone cracked and the blade clattered against the ground, spinning to a stop at Soren’s feet.

I hissed in pain as the metallic stench of my own blood mingled with his, the blade having sliced through both my leather arm brace and the skin. I cursed under my breath and finished the rogue off swiftly. The knife clattered to the ground beside his now-limp hand, revealing a strangely beautiful silver hilt with a ruby embedded in it. Oddly ornate for a rogue—likely stolen. I took the knife and slipped it into the sheath at my hip.

"Now I know it works." The Blackbone blade is an old Woods family heirloom. My grandmother gave it to me on her deathbed, revealing that one of our ancestors had taken it from a defeated clan of witches. The Blackbone blade has the ability to drain the power of anyone it cuts. It steals life and energy, and as Karl's wounds grow brighter I know he isn't long for this world. It's a shame I had to use this on him. Now he'll die like all the pigeons and foxes I slashed when I was younger.

This time— It didn’t stop. Images flashed behind his eyes. Not memories. Not entirely. Fragments. A symbol carved in stone. A circle bound by chains. Two figures standing opposite each other— Blood running between them. A voice echoed. Ancient. Cold. “Bound by blood… sealed by blade…” Kael gasped, the vision snapping apart. He dropped to one knee, gripping the edge of the desk for support. Across from him, Lucien looked just as affected. “What did you see?” Lucien demanded.