Supernatural First Blade Novels & Stories

Chapter Six I was worried. That day was the biggest day in the whole country and the world at large, yet there we were, lying on the soft beds while our parents were worried sick about us. Sam was already awake and with Koyala in his office discussing whatever it was they were discussing. I had gone to the room Maya was in to check on her. It is not everyday that you get to see who has been stabbed survive, far worse that was a sword. They said it was an alloy of some metals and steel. Steel was bad for their health as it poisoned their blood making it clot. The team doctors had worked tirelessly on her not to lose her. She was Koyala's favorite and everything had to be done to keep her aliv

As my fault, for not being good enough. An year after that had been an year of breaking myself. I did not wish the same upon Noel. _______________________________ NOEL He hadn't fully recovered. And he never would. Now when people laid eyes on the Firstblade, they'd see a man with pale lips, canines longer and their tips pointed more then the others. They'd see the dark lines etched into his fair skin, from his hands up to his jaw. But they just showed how strong he was. "Noel."

But why do I feel bitter while thinking about that? "They became close after he tried to pursue her. Until one day, they both decided to admit their feelings to each other. He won't know what to feel when she said that she loves him too because he didn't expect that it will turn out to be mutual. But when his parents knew about their love and they were against so they cursed the woman that she will never be happy even if she were born again because a vampire shouldn't be destined to be the mate of a werewolf," Lazarus said while he's saying that I felt that he's been trying to hide the emotion that he doesn't want to feel again.

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.

And on the pedestal, a blade of pure sunlight. It is beautiful. Terrifying. It hums with power that makes my teeth ache. "The Sun Blade," the Guardian says. "It is yours if you can take it." I approach the pedestal. The blade glows brighter as I near. "Seraphina, wait," Kael says. "We do not know what it will do to you." "I know. But I have to try." I reach out and touch the blade. Fire explodes through me. I fall to my knees, the blade in my hands, burning me from the inside. My mark blazes silver, fighting the fire. My mother is shouting. Kael is pulling at me. But I hold on.

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.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

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.