Supernatural First Blade Novels & Stories

Pain exploded—but so did focus. I drove my blade straight through its skull, twisting hard until it went limp. The second I sidestepped and decapitated. The third was already upon me when a strange warmth bloomed in my chest. The Sanctuary responded. My free hand lifted instinctively, and green light flared from my palm. Roots shot from the soil, piercing through the zombie’s chest and dragging it to the ground. I stared, panting, as it stopped moving. Then silence. [Trial One Complete]

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

He was at the Source, alone with Silas, while I was trapped in a cage match with my own past. ​"He can't hear you," the First Life whispered. She was suddenly standing inches from me, her face a mask of cold curiosity. "In this timeline, he hasn't met you yet. To him, you're just a ghost in the machine. But to me? You're a parasite." ​She raised her hand. A violet blade, sharper and more stable than mine, hummed to life. She didn't swing; she stabbed. ​I rolled to the side, the blade carving a deep trench into the stone floor where my head had been a second before. I swung my Scythe in a low arc, aiming for her legs.

It’s usually played in a limited space with many vertical levels that people can move around in. Well, ironically, he did end up in heaven because of that game. We believe he did hit his head on the cement enclosure around the tree but was too much of a braggart to admit that he was hurt. He could have been saved if he was just honest about how he felt. Food for thought, dear readers... And on that note, I would like to say good night and hope to see you again here at the Supernatural Spa. Fare thee well...

But the excitement on his face and his voice told me like this was the first time he found out we were having a girl. “Can you believe we have a girl?” He asked me. His lips were smiling, and so were his eyes. “We got a girl!” I acknowledged him, sharing his enthusiasm. Like always, Blade has been supported. Instead of dwelling on the reality that our child was mated to Alastor, he didn’t even argue or become obsessed with it. He just took it, and for some reason, he believed Alastor would not bother us until it was time to claim her.

“You wouldn’t.” The First Immortal smiled faintly. “Oh, I would.” Seraphine watched as the threads slowly gathered together. Forming a single glowing object. A weapon. A blade made entirely of cosmic energy. The light from it was blinding. The silver guardian gasped. “The Blade of Origin…” Rowan blinked. “That sounds expensive.” The First Immortal lifted the weapon carefully. “For millions of years this blade has remained within the throne.” He turned toward Seraphine. “It is the only weapon ever created that can cut the threads of fate.”

The sight of Serena's distress sends waves of protective fury through my system, making every muscle in my body strain against the supernatural restraints that hold me captive. Isabella places that terrifying blade against Serena's neck with deliberate precision, the supernatural metal gleaming with an otherworldly sharpness that promises swift and permanent death. The weapon seems to drink in the strange light of this transformed space, its edge radiating malevolent purpose that makes my supernatural senses recoil in instinctive horror.

Its eyes burned with ancient rage. Doppel-Lyra screamed, “The First Blade awakens! He will kill the Vessel!” It lunged straight for me.

Eileen saw that and called out again, "Infernal Blade!" The hundred swords multiplied into a thousand swords, hovering around Suelyn. There was a spirit energy connection between each sword, turning them into a prison of swords. The Infernal Blade attacked, and a thousand swords slashed and stabbed Suelyn at various angles. At last, they were able to stop Suelyn from moving closer to Eileen. Constantine took the opportunity to let out a cry, his holy light attacks increasing in speed and power as well. Suelyn was starting to be annoyed by the endless attacks. She let out a furious roar, and the blood lake began to bubble.