Sinister Blade Novels & Stories

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

“You really think Zeta and Thane won’t drag your sorry ass down with them? Don’t be stupid, Blade. You’re disposable.” He charged. Scarlet barely had time to breathe before silver flashed...bright, violent, screaming under the moonlight. The blade sang as it cut through the air, aimed straight for her heart. Silver. Pure. Deadly. Her world slowed. Her eyes widened. Fuck... A body slammed into hers, knocking the air out of her lungs. Warmth splashed across her chest. A familiar scent...burned pine, blood, regret...wrapped around her like a memory she’d tried to kill.

"I thought you were going to tell me more about your little project! Come on, keep talking!" "I am going to peel the skin from your face for that." His voice dropped into a dangerous, vibrating register that made the air itself seem to tremble. He swiped his left hand through the air, and three sharp, purple psychic blades materialized, launching straight at my chest with deadly precision.

“I let myself believe again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…” “Well,” Thorne interrupted, “I think the show’s over.” He pulled out a long silver blade from his robes. It shimmered under the emergency lights. “Let me show you what I do with weak links.” Before I could react, he moved. Fast. Too fast. Like he didn’t follow the same rules of time as the rest of us. The blade sliced across the first girl’s throat. She collapsed without a word. Then the next. And the next. And finally, Riven.

He holds it up, letting the sharp edge hover inches from Charmaine's battered face, his voice a low, menacing whisper. "This blade," he begins, turning it slowly so she can see the deadly precision of its edge, "is more than just a weapon. It's an instrument of truth, a master of persuasion. When it meets flesh, it does more than draw blood. It peels back the layers of a person, cuts through pride, arrogance, and resistance, until all that’s left is the raw, trembling core of who you really are… and just so you know, this ain’t no ordinary steel—it’s a raw and undiluted silver. You know what silver can do to the flesh of a werewolf, don’t you?"

Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell even heavily armored foes. "Come forth challenges, for you will meet your end upon my chains, until we find the map's missing piece," Voicing out, Serene, as the Chainblader, cracks her knuckles, ready for whatever awaits us in the shadows as she pulls out her scalpel chain, a terrifying weapon that can eviscerate flesh with one swing. Its many blades glint menacingly in the torchlight. That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces.

At that moment, the world seemed to have lost its luster at the dimming radiance. Severin kept his cool after seeing Sachin raise his hand. He channeled his thoughts and conjured the Oculus Blade from the depths of his inner world. As he wielded the blade, his aura changed tremendously and turned sharp like a sword readying itself for battle. The strong sword energy extended several thousand miles wide, making everyone's skin tingle. "Slash!" Severin commanded softly. The Oculus Blade, which had been imbued with sentience, quivered in his grasp. The boundless divine light merged into a formidable sword beam that cleaved effortlessly through space.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.