Sinister Blade Novels & Stories

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

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.

"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

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

“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.