Shadow Blade Hope Novels & Stories

"Probably with blessed weapons. Your appearance might provoke... unfortunate reactions." The Shadow Knight considered. His transformed state wasn't subtle: armour grown from flesh, eyes that burned cold fire, an aura of wrongness that made reality flinch. Appearing suddenly would likely result in immediate attack. "Then we announce ourselves properly." He reached out with senses the stone had granted, feeling for the valley's emotional temperature. Fear dominated: refugees huddled against uncertain future. Anger too: the bitter rage of those wrongly accused. But underneath, hope. Fragile but persistent. The hope that resistance might succeed where submission had failed.

"You’ve traveled a long way to settle a debt you didn't create, Hope. But the Auditor doesn't care about the 'When.' He only cares about the 'Balance'." The Internal Schism: The Knife of Necessity Hope stepped out from the shadows. In her hand, the "Death Warrant" Julian had mentioned manifested as a shard of the shattered master suite window—a blade of pure, vitrified data. "If they never meet," Hope whispered, her voice trembling, "the Consensus never rises. The 'Green-Out' never happens. The Spire... the war... Luc... it all vanishes. The Earth stays a boring, safe, 21st-century rock."

"Well, since you dodged the center, I was going to say you got better, but... You still ended up getting one shot by a single bomb so..." Suddenly, a blade of light lightly brushed my face, to my amazement. Opposite me, Hope was emerging from the cloud of smoke, his clothes slightly burned. "Aah... So? Aaah... Have I improved enough?" I put a hand on my cheek and pulled it back noting the red dye it had just taken, Hope was smiling. "I love that new expression on your face, now if you'll excuse me, it's my turn." "... You boring kid." We were throwing at each other, Hope's wooden sword clashing with a wind sword I had just created, an explosive clash ensued, Hope with his boost ability and h

I won't let Hope to use this gift, not the gift of darkness. It's the first time I really start to use my true aura, and I can see the shadows dance around us, showing a battle that hadn't happened yet, but could happen. Hope rose and attacked me, me defending myself and holding her by the neck, while her chosen ones can't get there in time. Me going on top of her and Hope lying on the ground, with me holding her neck. The two of us meet halfway, and our battle destroys part of the temple. Many other possibilities begin to swirl and I see that Hope doesn't want to give in, but at the same time, she knows that without the help of her chosen ones she wouldn't be able to win and in none of the

•|•|• In the Black Years, they came. When we were lost, and the Shadows mocked us. With them came light and hope. Tell me, how do we repay the heavens for sending their angels? •|•|• [SHADE SHADOWS] A strangled gasp tears from my throat as I fight for air, the feel of the cold hard ground beneath me as I stare up at the ceiling. Blurry faces peer down at me, paired by distant sounds speaking inaudibly above me. Hands immediately come to my aid as my vision slowly clears, and with it, the desperate voices of the company around me.

Outside, the shadows deepened, and the games played by Rafa, Aera, and Ying were far from over. As he gazed into the fire, the shadow at his feet whispered promises of power, vengeance, and sacrifice. Tomorrow would demand everything—and none of them could afford to falter. ---

Maybe when I die, all this pain will go away. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Hope. Hope is the daughter of the current Beta and soon-to-be Luna. She's everything I am not—beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, a killer body, glowing skin, strong, and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions, looking at me with...pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye was. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me, making me fall back on the floor.

“In four united towns, there’s one town that refused to pay their tribute. We will settle the old grudge and will start to conquer every town and merge it into one.” “We will go straight to Dead Town and wait for the right time for Honor Sword Town.” A spike of horror crawled under his skin. The Dead Town was the vampire town but Honor Sword Town was dragon slayer territory. How crazy was Shadow? Even Chayan wouldn’t dare to disturb them. “That’s precisely why we will attack them.” Shadow snorted in amusement.

“I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.” Flicking her thumb, a midnight-black shadow appeared beside her, reflecting her height. She patted it before talking once again. “My shadow’s in level two and it’s a Scyrawing type, because I’m a weapon summoner.” The moment she said the word summon, a dagger flew in the air, which she caught by simply raising her hand. The presence of her shadow and her weapon has intimidated most of their circles that they ended up summoning their shadow, flickering different intensities of darkness.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.