Sinister Blade Novels & Stories

Each stab avoided my critical organs. I begged him to let me go, but he said, "Didn't you say you would always be with me, my darling?" I tried to flee when he went to the bathroom, but he caught me. He forced me to the balcony while brandishing his knife; I left a vivid trail of blood from the living room to the balcony. Underneath the moonlight, he stared at my right hand like a starved beast. Ultimately, he swung the blade at me, stabbing me in the heart. Then, he shoved me off the balcony of our apartment, which was on the 20th floor.

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"

Axe's voice echoed with a deadly calmness, his grip on the blade tightening, "But show your face in front of me again, and I will make sure I push this blade further until it pops out on the other side of your backbone." At those words, Kaine's gaze wavered, a flicker of fear igniting in his eyes, and silence enveloped them, leaving no room for Kaine to mount a rebuttal. Slowly, cautiously, he began to back away, his gaze locked onto Axe's relentless stare. Each step he took was laced with dread, his body instinctively recoiling from the looming threat that Axe posed. And then, in an instant, Kaine turned on his heels and rushed off into the darkness. And immediately, his thugs sprawled on t

"I don't know what you're talking about. That blade is Alora's-" "Sister's? Aye, I know. I would recognize this athame anywhere," I can't help but run my hand over the hilt and blade. It has all the trademarks of Cynbel's work... peer closely into the blade and find her initials carved into it, ever so small. "You should have come to me." She doesn't say anything, even when I turn my scrutinizing gaze onto her. She's a fiercely loyal Wolf. I suspect that she won't ever tell me that it was Alora's idea to sneak into Lara's bedroom and steal this ritual knife back.

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.

The blade was forged from a darkened titanium alloy that didn't reflect a single stray beam of light. My blade. The weapon of the Ghost. I had retrieved it from my old, buried lockbox two nights ago. Using it was a massive risk, but in the dark, against the Vances, I needed the absolute certainty of my old life. The first enforcer stepped around the metal container, his assault rifle raised. Before he could even register the shadow in front of him, I lunged forward. My left hand clamped violently over his mouth, muffling his scream, while my right hand drove the dark dagger cleanly between his ribs, striking the heart with mathematical, instantaneous precision.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

Briella looked thrilled, gazing at Woody with an expression full of excitement. "Young man, the fact that you can remain so calm in my presence only points to one thing." Ghost Blade picked up a sharp knife with barbs and said with a sinister tone, "You obviously don't know who I am, which is why ignorance makes you fearless. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Ghost Blade. Very soon, you'll truly understand why I have this name, because I'm going to peel your skin off inch by inch and lay it in front of you!