Sinister Blade Novels & Stories

The bloody aura was vivid, shining on their faces. A sinister atmosphere overwhelmed their hearts. Many ministers were secretly astonished, deeply shocked by Luna’s strength. In the blink of an eye, the five experts reached Luna. At that moment, fierce winds roared, and inner energy surged continuously. They were unified and all aimed at the center, targeting Luna’s vital points. Wait! However, a sudden flash of bloodlust appeared in Luna’s eyes. Crack... A sharp sound was heard, and a piercing light emanated from the Sanguis Blade as it revealed itself for the first time. Its radiance was dazzling and unique.

Screeeee— The air sings as a crescent-shaped blade of wind materializes right at his throat, millimeters from his skin. Stefan freezes. His chest heaves, his eyes wide — and slowly, slowly, a bead of sweat rolls from his temple, trailing down his cheek. For the first time, the entire room sees it: the windblade, shimmering faintly in the light. It curves gracefully around his neck, a pale, dangerous crescent humming with quiet power. Stefan keeps perfectly still. He doesn’t even dare to breathe. The windblade floats menacingly at his throat. And then — shhk — a tiny slice opens on his neck, right over his throat. Thin, delicate, no deeper than a paper cut. But blood wells up, sliding down hi

Fate had delivered his moment. He turned, leaving Aliyah with his assassins and walked forward, slowly and confidently. His black ring shimmered. He touched it, and from the void, a blade formed. Not a normal blade, it has no steel, no edge to be seen. It was a shadow given form, its surface rippling like smoke caught in a storm. It pulsed with an otherworldly weight, a weapon meant for one purpose only. A blade to be wielded once… then vanish forever.

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

A sacred blade was placed in his hands. If his soul was still pure, the blade would remain silver. If he was corrupted—if any part of him still belonged to the ancient evil— The blade would turn black. Daniel exhaled slowly. His fingers tightened around the hilt. For a moment, nothing happened. Then— The blade flickered. It pulsed, shifting between silver and black, like it couldn’t decide. The council stiffened. Rigel’s breath caught. “Daniel—” Daniel squeezed the blade harder. “Stay silver.”

i never felt fear but from yesterday after the encounter with that hulk it seemed as if his dark aura settled around me trying to scare me everytime . His eyes are on her every move , Just correct time amore and you will be with me ~ The Sinner

text when I felt it. A blade. Cold. Thin. Pressed against the side of my neck, I was just about to turn around when I froze. Not because I was scared. But because I had no idea where this person came from. No footsteps. No shadow. Not even a damn breeze.Even thinking that someone like that exists gives me chills “Don’t move or I’ll slit your fucking throat,” a voice said, calm as still water. “And don’t say anything unless I ask. You know what kind of knife this is?”

Seth touches my thigh and I whip my head in his direction. "Do you want me to come with you?" he asks, gently stroking me. A small laugh falls from my lips. "No, I don't think that'll go down too well." I leave the car and walk around to the trunk. I open it up and retrieve the little red box from the top pocket of my suitcase. Blade appears on the front porch as I close the trunk. I gulp and offer a small wave. He doesn't wave back. He broods, his dismay wafting off him in powerful waves, sucking the life out of me. I should have come alone. I approach and it takes all the energy I have to keep my spine straight, my shoulders squared and confident. Like a predator that can smell weakness, B

Much harder than I hope too. “I can smell your fear,” he says. “It’s understandable, but don’t let it control you. This is just like every other full moon, only more painful.” “I know,” I nod. He and Bo have told me that a million times. But still, I can’t help the terror that is flooding through me. More pain, more strength but less control and stronger urges to kill everything and everyone in my path besides other wolves. Oh yeah, this is gonna be a breeze.