Supernatural First Blade Novels & Stories

Susannah ran to him and carried him up. "We need to separate those weapons". Susannah said to Eddie and Eddie walked to where the four weapons were joined and used the ancient gladius to separate them. The fire coming from the sky vanished, the ground opened and swallowed the lifeless body of the keeper and everything went back to normal except his friends that are dead. Eddie was sad and crying while walking up to them. He went to Princess Diana and carried her. "No!!". Eddie screamed with tears. Blaze descended from the sky and told Eddie to drop her. Eddie did so and blaze breath on all of them. They started coughing and came back to life. Eddie was so happy.

A child’s fear. A child who had waited too long. “Ready?” I asked. Damian exhaled sharply. “No. But you are.” Sybil’s magic tightened around my wrist. The resonance under our feet brightened. Nyx rolled her shoulders and drew a blade made of condensed flame. Kael’s sword hummed faintly, already absorbing the static in the air. Eryx’s eyes glowed with ancient knowledge. Damian moved to my right, every inch of him prepared to tear reality apart if needed.

"Did you see-" "Enough to make me know what's going on between you too," he replied. "Princess Evanora, do you know what you're doing right now? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" I nodded sheepishly. "Yes." "And do you have even the slightest idea how risky it is?" He continued. "Just how did you get involved with Blade in the first place?" "What?" I looked up at him. "How do you- Do you know Blade?" He sighed then massaged his temples for a while before replying. "You seem to have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Blade isn't a human or even better a vampire. He is a werewolf! Do you even have any idea what that means?"

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.

Her eyes wandered around the place and unintentionally stopped on a knife that was floating on the water. "The Blade?" Amethyst aired as she limped towards the knife. Her mother's voice had stopped whispering to her. For some reason, Amethyst began recalling days when her mother used the same knife called The Blade to perform her rituals. Her memories quickly exposed themselves right in her eyes and she recalled when Wendell told her about the Blade not only that, but she also recalled all the details she read in the Book Of Spells. "It's…it's for the sacrifice! My sacrifice! This is where everything will happen. The devil will rise from the ground right under the tree of life!" Amethyst blu

But even after justice was served, he felt empty, and the need to take more lives had become his way of life. With too much blood in his hands, he became ruthless and cold-hearted, with no direction, no goal, and no will to survive—until destiny decided to play a cruel joke on him and gave him a light witch for a second-chance mate. Confused and not wanting to betray the memory of his first mate, Blade fought against the new bond the Goddess gave him, only to find himself being drawn more to the young witch who was slowly lighting up the darkness surrounding him. But when lies, betrayals, and secrets come to light, will their bond survive the test of fate, or will the truth spiral them into

She knew Draven would try to hinder her journey, so she was ready for it. As the first wave of birds dived toward her, she swiftly drew her blade and struck with precision. The silver gleamed as it sliced through the air, meeting its mark with deadly accuracy. Each strike was fluid and controlled, her movements were a practiced dance of survival. The enchanted blade cut through the dark magic infusing the birds, causing them to burst into clouds of black smoke as they perished.

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.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

By the time the sharp wind brushed past my cheek, my hand had already risen, two fingers closing around the blade before it could pass. The dagger stilled instantly. Cold metal rested between my fingers, its faint vibration betraying the force behind the throw. I studied it briefly, noting its balance, its weight, the precision of its edge. It was well-crafted. Clean enough to open a throat without resistance. So this was how they chose to begin. I did not turn. Instead, I let my awareness expand, reaching into the stillness of the room, following the disturbances in the air rather than the silence itself.