Sinister Blade Novels & Stories

It emanated power, but it also emitted something else, something sinister. A person emerged from the light before I could touch it. With glistening silver eyes and a flowing robe that appeared to be composed of starlight, it was ethereal, nearly human but not quite. The spirit said, "Stop," its voice echoed in my head instead of my ears. This blade is a curse as well as a weapon. To wield it is to completely lose oneself. My fingertips were just inches from the light when I froze. "What are you saying? With a trembling voice, I asked.

The sight of Serena's distress sends waves of protective fury through my system, making every muscle in my body strain against the supernatural restraints that hold me captive. Isabella places that terrifying blade against Serena's neck with deliberate precision, the supernatural metal gleaming with an otherworldly sharpness that promises swift and permanent death. The weapon seems to drink in the strange light of this transformed space, its edge radiating malevolent purpose that makes my supernatural senses recoil in instinctive horror.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

The Void pulsed with a dark rhythm, as if it had a heartbeat of its own. Shattered fragments of impossible worlds spun and collided, twisting gravity and time into chaotic spirals. Every step Seraphine took felt heavier, as though the universe itself was trying to push her back into nothingness. The Blade of Origin glowed like molten silver in her hands. Its light reflected the bond she shared with the immortal beside her a living tether that held them steady against the impossible forces pressing from all sides.

This silence was worse. This one was eager. Damien placed a blade in my hand. Silver handle. Black metal. Ancient symbols carved along the edge. The second my fingers touched it, something cold moved under my skin. The blade felt alive. Hungry. Wrong. It was heavier than it should have been. Not because of metal, but because of everything it wanted. I tried to drop it. Damien’s hand closed over mine. “Hold it,” he said softly. His fingers were warm around my hand.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

"So you sold your own group just because of a mere silver coin! You bastard! Really?! Ha! You stupid! I'll break your head!" Blade heard another loud bang. She wasn't certain if Medina had thrown the guy to the wall. She swallowed hard. Blade couldn't count how many times she heard a loud noise. That girl is harsher than me! Blade could still feel the pain that Medina had inflected on her. She's the most terrifying captain here, and possibly the one she should be aware of. Blade shivered a bit and still heard the sound of the whip. Soon, the commotion stopped.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.