Sinister Blade Novels & Stories

Her hands fumbled in the corner, the sound of zippers and clattering makeup spilling onto the floor. “I—I can’t find it!” she stammered. The shadow creature twisted under me, throwing its weight. My grip slipped, claws raking down my ribs. Pain flared white and hot. “You’ll find it now,” I snapped, forcing its head against the rug. “Or she dies!” That jolted her. Pelin scrambled to her bag, yanking the red crescent blade free. It glowed faintly, the markings along its edge pulsing like embers.

The blade I used had already been coated with Sierra’s signature scent, taken from the fabric one of my spies stole from her guest chambers during the summit. He collapsed, gasping, his blood spreading across the marble floor. “Forgive me,” I whispered, watching life leave his eyes. When his body stilled, I cleaned the blade and placed a leather scrap near his hand. Burnt edges. Claw marks. A perfect match to a rogue seal. A perfect match to Sierra. I returned to my chamber where I sat before the gold-rimmed mirror, brushing my hair. Not a single tremor betrayed the truth, that ten minutes earlier, I had slit Elder Tarek’s throat.

Its hilt glowed faintly violet, and the air around it rippled with suppressed violence. “What is that?” Marisella asked, her voice low. “The Sigil Blade,” the Seer answered. “A weapon tied to her bloodline. Hidden until the echoes resurfaced.” Eryx cursed under his breath. “If that’s here, we’re in more trouble than I thought.” The pendant pulsed again, stronger, and Marisella felt her knees weaken. The air became heavy, pressing down on her shoulders. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled—not overhead, but below, as if the underworld itself had shifted.

Inside the box is a knife laid on black velvety material. The Omega goes to pick it up but realizes the top isn't attached to the base, so it comes right off. The handle of the blade is black with carvings on it. The blade looks sharp, with old, dried blood near the tip. Aiden touches it and hisses as he jerks his hand back. He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it, trying to ease the burn. Silver… ‘Why would the Alpha have a silver blade?’ Aiden wondered as he set the blade back on the base and placed the clear cover over it again.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

Either someone was helping me… Or my crew finally found me. I knelt beside the body, yanked the blade from his neck. It was warm. Clean enough. I wiped it. Then moved. I turned a corner — two guards. Eyes wide. No hesitation. The blade sank into the first one’s throat. The second raised his gun, but I was faster — sliced his face, then stabbed his chest. Both dropped, lifeless. My bare feet slapped the marble floor. I saw the sitting room doors — wide open.

Things were done differently here. Saint stepped forward, and his Gamma handed him a ceremonial blade, silver-edged, etched with runes that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. Without hesitation, Saint turned his palm upward and dragged the blade across it. The sound of wet flesh splitting made me flinch. Dark and thick blood welled instantly, glinting red-black under the light. The witch held up a silver bowl, and Saint’s blood dripped into it. The smell of iron, smoke, and something electric underneath it filled my lungs and burned the back of my throat.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.