Sinister Blade Novels & Stories

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

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.”

“And don’t say anything unless I ask. You know what kind of knife this is?” I knew it instantly, the reason for my fear. Silver. Every cell in my body went on red alert. That kind of metal didn’t just hurt, it killed wolves. Slowly and cruelly. I’d seen it happen and I was not tryna experience it myself. I kept my voice even, trying to assess the situation “What do you want? Why are you disturbing a man's smoke?” “I want names,” the guy said. “Your boss. Who’s calling the shots? And what the next move is. You’ve got three seconds to tell me what I want to know or you’ll die screaming.”

A ripple of distorted air shattered like broken glass, revealing a figure dressed in form-fitting, midnight-grey silk. The Assassin. He held a blade of pure, condensed shadow—a weapon designed to sever the soul rather than the flesh. The tip of the blade was less than an inch from Scarlett’s spine, stopped entirely by Caleb’s bare, silver-tattooed hand gripping the lethal edge. The shadow-blade hissed, trying to eat through the Lycan's flesh, but Caleb’s Alpha Qi fought back, boiling the shadow into harmless black smoke. "You missed," Caleb growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that made the metal floor grumble.

I smelled the blade before I ever saw it glint in the dark. The assassin was massive, terrifyingly quiet, and he was weeping. That was the detail that lodged in my mind. He advanced across the dark room holding a Moon-silver blade low and steady, yet his face was slick with tears. A choked sound escaped his throat with every step he took, his muscles straining as though he were violently fighting against his own arm the entire way. I threw myself over the bed. He rounded it instantly. I snatched the heavy iron poker from the hearth and swung it with all my strength; he took the metal strike full across his forearm without slowing down, and his knife flashed, slicing my shoulder open from the

With a single, fluid motion, I drove my right ceramic blade forward, the sharp edge slicing cleanly through the soft mesh of his throat guard and sinking deep into his chest. Silas’s eyes went completely wide, his breath catching in his throat with a wet, choked rattle as the blade found its target. The dark fury that had driven him to slaughter my mother, my father, and my little sister thirteen years ago vanished from his gaze, replaced by a blank, empty stare as the life quickly drained from his body. I held the hilt steady until his hands dropped into the dirt, his heavy head falling forward against his chest as the final bell of his life stopped ringing. It was over.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

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.

Solana is surrounded, a necromancer who obviously isn't fascinated by her, a vampire a mortal enemy, and the foxes, the zealots, the vermins. "The fog began to thicken and Solana's vision is busted. A blade was thrown at her, her reflexes are good enough to avoid being slashed. The blade's temper line is sharp and it could cut a person's head by just simply swinging it, what more if it's being thrown by a big bad fox. The fact that the blade that Foire was holding is made out of silver. "Don't hide, you bastards," Solana said hat provoke, well, Foire. He has the least temper amongst all in the circle. He came at Solana with his blades on fire. Solana hates fire, she has always hated fire.

Stop teasing and give him a weapon already ( with a chuckle) ZINO : Yeah, I’m gonna give him…. First sealing thunder : seal of the almighty : reverse holding – Blade of the divine unbound ( a white portal opens with a blade coming out it’s appearance was quite shiny with bright light being emitted from it) DAVID : Hey buddy, missed me ( taking the blade in hand)…. Be misbehaving ( referring to Zino) ZINO : Still talking ,short stuff?? ( with the group bursting into laughter) David grunts before rushing to join in the fight