Saw Blade Bloodborne Novels & Stories

Crunch. Rows of deep bite marks appeared instantly on the saber. The creature scrambled up the blade, gnawing its way toward Hayley's hand. Hayley tightened her grip and violently twisted her wrist, spinning herself and the child zombie around in midair several times. Shing! With a sharp flick, the saber vibrated like crashing waves. The ringing blade echoed through the silent hospital hall like a dragon's roar. The shockwave blasted the child zombie away. Before it could recover, the saber fell from above and stabbed straight through its forehead.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

They keep arguing in voices carrying, “How can I trust you to keep her away forever, Zayne might find her again, but not if she’s dead her scent will die with her” “How to get to that knife without dragging attention to me, I inch sideways, using my knees until the knife is between both knees, I lean slightly, my fingers patting blindly on the blankets until my fingers meet the hard handle of the blade. I keep my face calm, my eyes on them as I turn it in my hand holding the blade upwards and begin to saw through the roap. Going as slow as I can so I don’t nick myself with the poisoned blade, they will scent the blood or worse I might pass out again.

At the moment of its completion, a lightning bolt struck the blade, searing it with its current dark red hue. When it tasted blood, the saber would turn a deep, glistening crimson, living up to its fearsome name. Howard grunted, taking the saber with a stern look on his face.

He said it belonged to the ones who were willing to listen. He reached down and picked up one of Laila’s fallen silver blades with his trembling hand. He didn't point it at the creatures. He drove the point of the knife directly into his own palm, his silver blood coating the old steel. The blade didn't remain dark. The moment his blood touched the metal, the silver ignited with a brilliant, sapphire blue light that was so intense it tore through the yellow fog like a laser beam. The frequency didn't just hum; it screamed. A shockwave of blue resonance erupted from the knife, striking the skeletal creatures and turning their black glass bodies into a fine, harmless powder that was instantly

Three blades knife is meant to destroy and cause serious damage, a weapon only possessed by people like us and they were to be used only in the case of war. My sword, the sword rumored to be forged of the blood of my enemies wasn't entirely a lie. It was forged of their blood and carbon steel, it was possible with good craftsmanship and magic, and I remembered how I was supposed to have Lycus dead with his blood being forged into a special knife for me to carry around as a reminder that I had ended him. How things have changed. "With access to these types of blades, it's obvious that the killer is amongst us but catching them wouldn't be easy, no trace was left. Not even a scent."

The silver blade, a weapon specifically designed to harm vampires, began to glow faintly as it pierced his flesh. The hysterical battle cries, and the clash of magic and steel, all faded into a faint roar. Her focus narrowed solely on Lord Draven who has his splitting with pain and surprise. Lord Draven stumbled back, a hand clutching his chest. A horrified gasp escaped River’s lips while her entire blood ran cold. She could feel the blood draining from her own face. In Lord Draven’s chest was a small silver dagger protruding, its hilt clutched tightly in Leo's trembling hand.

Her skin was warm, her pulse quick under my thumb. "So you want me even more attached to you?" She didn't answer, but her fingers tightened on mine. That was all the permission I needed. I retrieved the small blade from my medical kit, the one I kept for ritual work. The handle was worn smooth from decades of use, and the edge was sharp enough to split skin without resistance. "This will hurt," I warned her. "But only for a moment." I drew the blade across my palm first, watching the dark ichor well up from the cut. Demonic blood looked different in the orange light. It shimmered with an oily iridescence, like oil on water. Then I took her hand and made a matching cut across her palm.

They stood frozen at the sight of blood that gushed from Frost's shoulders, with their eyes wet with tears. Just then, a woman pushed through the crowd, and ran towards where we knelt. She dropped on her knees as she began to evaluate Frost, placing fingers at certain regions on his body, trying to check his pulses. Her face went white. Her enthusiasm almost dies as she slows down and stares at me. "I'm sorry, my lady," she started. It was a turn off in my ears, almost as though I should scream into her face to get a solution at the spot. "There's just a limited time for him," she took a brief pause. "The blade was a silver one, blessed with very old magic meant to kill supernatural beings.

I was still in my wolf form, though I could barely move an inch. Vampires. The scent of their skin was like dead carcasses, rotten over a long time. That stench was unforgivable. “We have the final piece,” one of them said. “Take out his heart!” One other removed a blade from his side as he boldly approached me. My eyes caught the blade as I had flashbacks to where I had seen that particular blade before. I gasped inwardly when I realised I had seen it in one of my most recent and frequent nightmares. The blade that was used in stabbing my brother.