Sinister Blade Novels & Stories

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

Some wished to have him as their soulmate but who knew he was jotted down in no one's faith? Evandros breathed heavily, holding his blade up in the air. That blade wasn't even his dark blade through which he became the victor. His powers were alone enough to make any sword almost as powerful as his dark blade. His eyes roamed through the crowd and halted on Marco. He pointed the tip of his sword at Marco making everyone look at him. Marco was surprised by the sudden attention towards him. "You better hail my name as well." Marco was flushed by that boy's audacity.

I could feel it through the bond, a rhythmic, agonizing pulse of suction that felt like my own marrow was being drawn out through a straw. Silas stood over him. In his hand was a knife that made the air around it bleed. It was a twin-edged blade, long and wicked, carved from a material that looked like obsidian but shivered with a silver light. It was the twin to the blade that had ended two queens. Ten feet away, Alpha Lyra stood over a second altar. Juniper was bound there, her red hair fanned out like a bloodstain against the stone. Lyra held a matching dagger, her face illuminated by the pulsating violet glow of the ritual circle.

The soil around him lay smooth, showing no signs of a struggle and no stray tracks. The blade was still in his chest. I recognized the hilt before I crouched beside him. Dark leather wrapped twice near the guard, a narrow line of silver set into the pommel. I had seen that knife once before, drawn in a room where no one needed to raise their voice to make a threat understood. Lucien did not leave weapons behind by mistake. The body had been left in plain view. It lay where anyone walking the river path would see it. The same path Nyxara took when she wanted distance from the yard.

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

The blade tilted toward Zara. I stepped in front of her without thinking. “Don’t,” I snarled. Voss’s lips curved. “Fascinating. It recognizes hierarchy already.” The blade lunged. It didn’t aim for my heart. It went for my bond. Pain exploded through me, white, searing, intimate. The blade skimmed my chest, carving a sigil into my skin that burned straight through flesh and into spirit. I hit the floor hard, the world shattering into sparks and echoes.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

Something dark flashed in her grip. A blade. But not like Kael's. Not like any I'd seen. Black. Too black. It seemed to swallow the light around it. Thin lines of jagged symbols crawled along its surface, pulsing faintly like something alive. My wolf recoiled. Danger. Real danger. "Silver can't kill me," Mira said softly, lifting the blade. "But this – this was forged in my father's blood." Cold slid down my spine. She attacked again. Faster. Sharper. The blade cut through the air with a sound that made my teeth ache.

" Bitch, I'm gonna ask for the second time , who sent you? Tell me now or I'm gonna shoot both your legs after fucking your little pussy. Slut." And that's what it takes as I start to shudder Internally. " Breathe baby , use the knife. I'm in and I'll take it from there. " Gray tells me through the mic. " One..." Sinister begins to count. "Fine , I'll talk." I bring out my hand from under the table as I stab sinister's hand against the table and he screams. Before his men tries to pull out their guns from their belts. Gray shoots both of them.