Seraphim Blades Novels & Stories

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

"Tell me everything. Seraphine's army, they're not ordinary rogues. What is this 'power' she's promising? A curse? Something like the Tear?" Rachel took a deep breath. "Scouts report she's trading artifacts on the black market. Eclipse Blades that force shifts outside the full moon, but the cost is sanity. Many recruits are already hallucinating, attacking their own shadows. We intercepted a courier with Seraphine's mark—a bleeding moon." "A bleeding moon..." I murmured. Childhood tales flashed in my mind: my grandmother's stories of a fallen Luna who fed the moon with blood for immortality. Just fables, right? Now, the Tear inside me whispered, like it was laughing.

I snarled. Seraph laughed as he blocked my next swing. “And miss all this fun? Watching your kingdom tear itself apart? I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.” I slammed my shoulder into his chest and sent him stumbling back. “You talk too much,” I growled. I swung again. This time my blade cut across his ribs. Black blood sprayed out, but it didn’t slow him down. He answered with a blast of dark fire that I barely managed to dodge. The flames grazed the side of my face and burned like acid.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

“He’ll be furious someone else finished the job. I’m honestly looking forward to it.” “He’s not going to like it,” Seraphiel added, dry amusement coloring his tone. “Good,” muttered Luthiel. “That blade belongs here, not in the hands of that deranged exile.” There was a shift in the atmosphere then. A breeze that came from nowhere. Cold. Ancient. The doors at the far end of the hall opened without sound. And Serros stepped in. Barefoot. Blood still on his robes. In his hand, he dragged the sacred blade—its tip scratching faint lines into the crystal floor. He looked hollow, like something had been scooped out of him. The usual sneer on his face was gone. His eyes—usually wild, electric with

A relic gleamed in her grip—a dagger wrought from moonstone and obsidian, its blade etched with runes that glowed like living fire. Elias’s eyes widened. “That’s—” “The Crescent Fang,” Rhea finished. “Forged by the council. A blade made to kill what should never have been born.” Her gaze locked on Serena, and for the first time, Rhea’s face softened with sorrow. “Forgive me.” --- The attack came like lightning. Rhea moved faster than any wolf Serena had ever seen, the blade slicing across the altar. Serena barely leapt back in time, but the dagger still grazed her arm. Pain exploded, burning like molten silver, searing into her veins.

Blades cut through shadow-flesh only for the wounds to seal again, as if darkness itself refused to bleed. Seraphine hurled fire into the fray, her flames searing enough to scatter three of the creatures. “They’re feeding from the Veil!” she shouted. “Normal steel won’t kill them. You need moon-forged!” Jayden lifted his sword, the silver blade gleaming with runes. “Then we fight with moonlight!” He leapt into the chaos, his wolf surging as he cut down one of the monsters, the blade splitting its body into shreds of ash that dissolved on the wind. The soldiers roared, hope rekindled at the sight.

It was a thrilling experience for her when she waited for something to happen in the midst of that darkness. “Ah!” Sera was surprised when she felt something cold touch her hands. After she held on to it, lamps were opened and the room was brightly lit. “See?” Sera looked at the sword in her hand. Its blade and hilt were shining silver while the guard was made of gold. It was a double-edged sword and though it looked big, it wasn’t that heavy for her to lift. “This is amazing!” Sera felt something warm flow from the sword to her body. It was as if the sword was awakening something within her.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.