Shortsword Of First Blood Novels & Stories

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

His involvement in this matter greatly pissed me off, but before everything could be gone around the pack, I extracted a blood sword from my palms without cutting myself. “Let’s try this out.” With a sinister smirk, I mumbled to myself and swung the sword to kill the first two rogues in my way. It was easy. They were neatly split in two, which made me look at how sharp the blood sword’s blade was and how it was glowing. I smirked. “This will be useful when I find that killer.”

“Brat, you should feel honored to be the first to die at the hands of my Blood Devourer. From now on, you will become part of it and will contribute to the Blood Cult! Kill him!” The Blood Devourer transformed into a red, blood light beam under his command and shot at Alex and Anna. Anna’s face was as pale as paper, and she said in a frightened voice, “Alex, what do we do?” Alex held her with one arm and raised his other hand above his head. He whispered, “I have a sword that can cut through the universe!” He was talking about Dragon's Bane of Thirty-Six. The first sword, the Sword of the Universe!

The glow deepened, pulsating in waves. As the light fades, we see her clutching a sword. The sword hummed, a low, steady sound that filled the room. My heart pounded in rhythm with it, each beat laced with both awe and fear. Around me, I could feel everyone holding their breath. My breath catches. I know that sword. I gave it to her on her eighteenth birthday—the day we became the First Order. It’s as pristine as the day I gifted it to her, the engravings on its blade shining as if they were just carved. Damien takes another step back, his face ashen, eyes wide with worry. Caleb and Austin finally shift their focus to him, their bodies going rigid.

Memories that weren’t mine flashed across my mind in fractured bursts. Ancient wolves kneeling beneath eclipsed moons. Blood staining snow. A woman screaming while shadows swallowed an entire battlefield. The first Luna. The first curse. The dagger wasn’t a weapon. It was an inheritance. “Aria!” Riven shouted. Kael moved. His blade began its fatal descent, I struck first. The dagger sliced through the air. The world split open. A shockwave of black and silver power erupted from the blade, colliding with Kael before steel could meet flesh. The force hurled him backward with brutal violence.

Written on its side was a note. From your favorite teacher! Stay Safe, my lady! Also, you can have them change if you like something else. She smiled at the message and knew who it was from. Opening the box, she was stunned to see two polished shortsword and an arming sword. Its handle was black. The short sword's blade has a bit of a curve at the tip, its' base has prints of engraving and was thicker than she’s expected but still light when she wielded it. The arming sword was the same only with a longer reach and more pointed tip.

He needs antibiotics first. Just as I pull my hand from his, his eyes go wide. He grabs my arm and yanks me back—just in time. A human lunges forward, knife aimed right where my heart would’ve been—and hits the warrior’s chest instead. I freeze. He took the hit for me. Rage ignites. Layla merges with me as I snarl, tackling the human to the ground. My claws elongate and I shred his throat with one hand, his stomach with the other—spilling his guts like ribbons across the dirt.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

The world tilts as I hit the ground hard, breathless. “Amelia!” Sophia screams. I look down. A sword. A fucking sword is in my body. The pain is nothing. The wound starts healing the moment I pull the short sword out of my chest. The sound of branch breaking pulls out attention and we all stare at the direction the weapon flew from. And from the shadows of the forest, a single man walks slowly out, completely covered in armor. A Knight. I focus on his aura and what I see nearly chokes me.

But why? My breath hitched as he raised his sword and swung it down with a swift and brutal motion. The first warrior’s head flies off his shoulders, landing on the ground with a thud. Blood spurted from his beck, staining the concrete slab and splashing on the Alpha’s jacket. Everyone stared ahead in horror, shivering with fear.