Supernatural First Blade Novels & Stories

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

The demon was dead, and so was Hespera, but no one else should die. ‘Your blood is the ultimate cure for all supernatural-inflicted wounds.’ Hespera's words swirled on repeat inside my mind. I was praying with everything I had for those words to be true. The Moon Blade was without a doubt a supernatural weapon, and the belief that I would be able to save Tyrion was the only thing that gave me the courage to kill the demon.

It seems like Kala has no other way in making Solana give in and talk so he needs her there. "Well? Show me the way," she said to Blade arrogantly. On Blade's side, it is unfair that she gets special treatment from Kala, he understands that she is an asset if he is to wage a war inside the supernatural's border, however, the fact that she is one of them does not cut it.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

The blade entered Evelyn's heart. For one second, nothing happened. No pain. No scream. No blood. Just silence. Then everything shattered. Evelyn's first heart cracked beneath the silver blade. A sound like breaking glass traveled through every world. Lucian screamed her name. "EVELYN!" His hand was still locked around hers. Eli was on her other side, crying. "Mommy!" Evelyn looked at both of them. She wanted to answer. She couldn't.

she coughed, her voice barely a whisper as the creature’s grip tightened. The spell snapped. My body surged, bones cracking, fur receding as I swelled into my true form, tall and muscled with eyes blazing red and ragged fur. The air shuddered with my presence, the forest seeming to shrink back. “Eren!” I bellowed, my voice shaking the ground. “Get the hellblade! Now!” Eren stumbled out of the car, his face pale, the crescent blade pulsing red in his trembling hands. “What the hell is that thing?” he shouted, his voice cracking as he ran toward us.

She didn't think her voice was audible, but it was too easy to forget that she lived with a bunch of supernatural creatures with heightened senses. "Yes. The hunter pursued the brothers ruthlessly. He possessed the cunning and bloodlust of the vampire as well as the endless determination and pack loyalty of the werewolf. He was weaker than both vampires and wolves, but capable with any weapon that came into his hands and resourceful in the wild. He was also gifted with a special weapon that was capable of sending any supernatural into the aether upon contact. It was a small blade, no longer than his hand, but its power was immense as it was created from the calcified tears of the Sun himself

a voice, scolded me in a mediocre tone, and the voice, I’m all too familiar with it. I turn my head to face the voice, and the first thing I see is a pink-colored phone shoved to my face again, with the video of me sprinting down the hallways, trying to escape a figure of what’s look to be like Stephen, but they edited they it and replaced his head with a dragon’s head, who’s roaring out fire from its mouth, “This is overly exaggerated, it hasn’t even been up to thirty minutes” I squint my eyes, trying to get a better view of the clip.