Saw Blade Bloodborne Novels & Stories

The blade goes over my skin, drawing blood, but I barely feel it as I look into Leo’s gorgeous amber eyes. “BEAST!!! THEY’RE COMING!!!” Axe comes barreling through the woods, covered in blood.

Jessi's P.O.V. I walk over to the rogue, still bleeding out on the ground. The blade I used is specifically made to kill wolves and lycans. It has a protective film, so it won't harm me. However, once it enters the body of a wolf or lycan, the film dissolves, and silver releases into their system. I squat down next to him and pull my knife out of his head, careful not to touch the blade. He's not my first kill and won't be my last.

Even still, the pain was fading, replaced by a deep ache she knew wouldn’t leave anytime soon, but she had faced worse. Jamie handed her the blade, before leaving to return to Lewis’ side. The Beta was stressed, Luna Eleanor’s quiet knocks replaced by the harsh raps of warriors, who only seemed to be holding back in their leader’s presence. Inga fingered the blade, its edge sharp, its metal singeing her fingertips, but it was the fine residue on it that made her pause. She rolled it between thumb and forefinger, watching the way her skin continued to sizzle long after it had left the blade. The knife was coated in the power, sending small particles of silver directly into her bloodstream the

But I couldn't hold it to kill Adam. "Can.. Can I see Blaze"? Callum asked him all of a sudden. Stephen saw him with wide eyes. "Aren't you already scared"? "I am. But I want to see how your ... Wolf.. looks like. I have seen your eyes flash sometimes. A bright red. That may be your Vampire side. But yesterday I saw your eyes shining yellow. And so I want to see Blaze. Can I"? He repeated his request and Stephen sighed before standing up. He undid his shirt, pants and stripped to his boxers. Callum felt a heat creeping in his body. But he managed to keep his blush away.

I told them about the incident with the blade. As I pulled the blade to show them, my breath hitched. A sickening realization settled over me—the blade had begun to decay, its once-impenetrable metal now chipped where our blood had mingled. The sharp edge had dulled, the intricate engravings that once pulsed with power were now barely visible beneath the damaged metal. It was as if the weapon itself had been tainted, consumed by the impossibility of what had touched it.

"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.

“My partner has a phobia of blood.” “It’s alright,” I told them, finding it a bit weird but not commenting on it. But the two creepy Officers were the least of my concern at the moment as I turned to Fin. “Get me a tie so I can bind his leg and the sharpest blade you have, better yet if it’s a serrated one.” “I have a saw.” Fin answered almost immediately. “I brought it just in case there were trees involved.” “Perfect.” I told her. “Get that; we’re amputing his leg.”

"You don't get away clean." He was sobbing now, the blood on his face combining with his tears. I tossed the pliers away and reached for the hooked blade. I leaned in and pressed the edge of the blade just beneath his eye. "And these... " My voice was icy. “…these are for looking at her.” As I carved, his high-pitched scream reverberated off the concrete walls. It was not enough to kill him, but it was enough to render him bleeding and partially blind, ensuring that he would never see her again.

Its body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Zane moved like a whirlwind, his blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc. His weapon sliced through two vampires in one swift motion, severing limbs and heads with precision. The creatures shrieked as their bodies collapsed, their flesh turning to ash before they could even hit the ground. The wind carried the dust away, but their eerie, glowing eyes still haunted the battlefield as more vampires stepped forward, their hunger unrelenting.

Vampires might be fatal with their blood, but wooden bullets still slow them down and baobab kills them. “As I’ll ever be,” I respond, pulling a blade from my boot. The metal glints under the moonlight, a silent promise of the carnage to come. We move in silence, shadows among shadows, until we’re at the edge of their perimeter. The air is thick with the scent of rogue wolves and the copper tang of vamp blood. It’s nauseating as fuck.