Supernatural First Blade Novels & Stories

Jayden asked looking at his magic. “No, I am a Spell-Blade, a demon.” He mused. “The only thing that can kill me is a vampire, the only other thing that can stop my race is a Queen that has to be summoned, and she comes from your line.” He said before hitting Jayden with the magic. Jayden went down, the Spell-Blade stomped on Jayden’s leg shattering the bones. He screamed out in pain.

Stinging pain burns through my skin as a bloody line forms in the center of my chest. He stabs at me again, but this time I’m ready. I elbow him in the face and stomach as he moves in for the kill, but I turn quickly and avoid his strike. Grasping his wrist, I struggle to keep the knife away from my chest. Lukan pushes forward with all of his strength; the tip is nearly hairsbreadth from my throat. Jaw tight, I reach for it with my other hand, grab it by the handle, and twist it sideways to cut his throat. He looks at me in surprise as blood begins to gush down his neck. His eyes widen, and he stumbles back, covering his neck with his hand as he tries to stifle the flow. Unfortunately, it’s

His hand moved so fast and nimbly that Lyra wasn't expecting it. "Ah!" She screamed the moment she noticed his hand coming for her. On his fingers were long dark nails she had noticed earlier. She thought he was going for her throat and wanted to rip her apart. He seemed shocked by her sudden shout and he paused. But when she came to her senses, she saw that he seemed abnormal. His eyes recoiled in and he seemed to be about to collapse. But right before he did, he called out for the first time in a voice so melodious and sonorous that made Lyra's breath hitch,

In that moment, I knew that I had paid the price for this immense power, sacrificing a part of myself in order to protect those I cared for. "The blade chose his body." Cael's voice echoed in my mind, and as I opened my eyes, I saw myself lying lifeless in Xavier's arms, my body now a vessel for the blade's power. My consciousness was trapped within, watching as my body moved of its own accord, a mere puppet to the will of the ancient weapon. My lungs seized as the magic tore through me, tasting like ash and lightning. I saw Xavier’s face, then my mother's, then darkness.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

he said softly, “when I aim for the part that really matters.” He lifted the blade, pointed it at the center of my forehead. My breath hitched. “No,” I whispered. “Don’t—” He didn’t wait. He threw it. Time slowed. I saw the blade spinning, sharp, silver, deadly. I couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. My body was frozen in terror. But then—everything stopped. The dagger halted mid-air, inches from my forehead. Suspended. Vibrating faintly. My eyes widened. I felt it—like a current tearing through me, awakening from a deep sleep. My powers surged to life, but they were unstable, erratic. My limbs were shaking, my skin burning with heat and cold at once.

Collecting the blade which shun before her, Samantha stared at it closely, observing it's sharp end, surely,this would slit skin perfectly without much pressure applied. It was the perfect tool for a quick slaughter,be it for an animal or person,but in this term, a demon. Raising it to him, without hesitation, she placed it's end by his neck,just a swipe,and blood would readily pour out. Feeling the cold metal by his flesh, Raphael stared at her with satisfaction, readying himself for the short pain he would feel. It would take longer to heal due to the one inflicting it but he didn't care. Letting his eye lids rest over his eyes,he gave her permission to go on but his eyes fluttered open wh

I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.

"Light Bearers who survived all had one thing in common. They had something worth living for which is something that anchored them." Lucas, his face flashed in my mind. His smile. The way he held me. Our future. "I have that," I whispered. "Good. Then you might survive." She handed me the blade. "But understand this. Once you start, you can't stop. If you try, the magic will consume you completely." I took the blade. It was looking so heavy. "I understand." "Then begin." I pressed the blade to my palm and it gave me a sharp sting. Blood welled up, dark against my skin. I held my hand over the first symbol. Let three drops fall. They sizzled against stone.