Sinister Blade Novels & Stories

"If you want to kill me, do it now because you won't get another chance, sweetheart." My hand holding the knife shook, he didn't take his eyes off me as he leaned closer towards me. I pressed harder and blood welled to the surface. My eyes focused on the red coating the blade against his skin. He moved over me and drove the knife harder into his flesh. I yielded, fixed on the blood trickling down his throat, on its smell, it's bright color. "Scared, hmm?" He whispered, his breath ruffling the hair near my ear. "Relax." He smoothed a hand up my arm, his fingers pulling the strand of hair from my face.

He turned to face Penny; she gave him a single resolute nod as Lissa choked back a sob. Thea came to sit beside Lissa’s head and began brushing her hair back with her hands as a dagger materialised out of thin air into Bellamy’s hands. The curved handle was decorated various engraved symbols, Bellamy passed the dagger back and forth between his hands as a pained look flashed across his face. “Lissa, I’m so sorry sweetie,” Bellamy’s voice was hoarse with unshed tears. “It’s okay, just get it over with,” Lissa took a deep breath and tried to relax herself.

Damien hovered at her side like a guard dog. This was my chance. I slipped through the crowd and drew the silver blade laced with venomous nightshade essence. Witches and wolves both feared silver, but this blade burned deeper than most. I moved fast toward Anya, aiming for a quick cut on her arm that would look like an accident in the press of bodies.

“You mean the moon goddess?” “No,” Selene said softly. “I am what the moon leaves behind when it’s angry.” The lake shimmered again, and something began to rise from its center. A beam of silver light pierced the air, illuminating a long, curved blade hovering above the water. Stars sparkled within it as if the night sky had been forged into steel. Lily gasped. “The Blade of Stars,” Selene said. “Forged by the Ancients. Wielded only by one whose destiny is neither wolf nor human but something far more dangerous.”

The blade was jagged, pitch black, and it gave off a faint, eerie glow even in the picture, like it absolutely wasn’t just metal but something alive somehow. My fingers intensely tightened around the phone. “What exactly is that thing?” I asked, my voice severely shaking. My eyes intensely flicked from the horrifying image to Stan, desperately looking for a hint that this was just some sick, awful joke he was playing. His voice dropped lower, urgent and desperate now. “It’s clearly called the Wolfblood Killer blade. That specific blade can truly kill any werewolf, even the strongest one. I personally saw Enzo’s mom openly give it to Dean. If that terrible knife simply goes through Enzo’s che

“Oh, Seraphim’s blade. I’d never seen this in a long long time. Seraph Blade killed many of my people. Where did you get it, my dear?” “Not telling you anything.” He looked at Lucius. “Is this the same blade given to you by your father-in-law?” What was he talking about? I watched Ryden shift and divert his gaze away, looking hurt. “I wish, but that’s what killed her. Mine is safe somewhere.” Wait. What? He has a sword just like mine? “But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.”

I needed control. Another came at me. Two more. All in Stormrider black and steel. Their blades gleamed. Their loyalty stank of Selene and Varek. One lunged—too slow. I caught his wrist, twisted until the bone snapped, and drove his own dagger into his throat. The second swung from behind, but I ducked low and rammed my shoulder into his gut. He flew back, cracking against the stone pillar with a sound that echoed like thunder. I kept going.

My gut twisted as I scanned the destruction, my eyes locking on the empty pedestal in the centre of the room. The silver blade. It wasn’t just any blade—it was the blade. A weapon forged with the raw power of the moon’s forces, said to be capable of slaying any supernatural creature, no matter their strength. It could strip an alpha of their power with a single strike, severing bonds and destroying the essence of the wolf within. Its origin were shrouded in mystery, but one thing was clear: it was the most dangerous artifact in existence, and now it was gone. “Of all the things to take,” Asher muttered, his voice barely masking the tremor beneath. He was pacing, his hands buried in his hair

But the Blade-Stalker was smarter than I thought. It didn't try to use its blade. Instead, its massive, free left fist came flying out from the dark in a sudden, brutal counter-sweep that I didn't see coming. The heavy, leathery knuckles hit me directly in the center of my chest with the force of a speeding truck. CRACK.

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.