Supernatural First Blade Novels & Stories

Or would the combined might of the Supreme God Destroyers crush him, leaving Fen's path of destruction unchecked? The situation took a dire turn. Lady Susan, a skeletal figure cloaked in swirling mist, materialized beside Ryan. Her eyes, glowing with an unnatural green light, held the promise of a horrifying demise. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a wave of potent poison, a sickly green mist that rolled towards Wilson. The other Supreme God Destroyers, emboldened by their leader's recovery, charged at Wilson. A whirlwind of claws, fangs, and raw power engulfed the old wolf. He fought with a desperate ferocity, his secret technique still humming at the edge of his consciousness.

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

(Harper’s POV) The angel blade glowed as I reached for it. I pulled it from the hilt on my thigh and spun, slicing the now fully lit up blade through the two vamps that were closing in on me. They barely had time to recognise that their time was up before the light left their eyes and their demon blood burnt them up from the inside.

“When she was quite assured, I had completed my trainings, she send me to the quest to find her the ingredients of her means of destruction. I was blinded with rage and revenge, I was finally ging to get my revenge. I slaughtered innocents, whoever comes in front of me and my target.” “I give her what she asked for and she made me the blade. The weapon which could kill the alphas.” My heart beats faster. I saw the vison where Hecate give her the blade. But as he told me earlier, the power of blade requires sacrifice to work in its full potential. With the blade you don’t only kill an alpha but signs the death of an entire pack with him. “But…” he smiled and stopped me mid-way with his kiss.

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.

A cloth was thrown over it. He told me he'd discovered a new talent and wanted to create a new, flawless masterpiece. I didn't care about that—I just wanted to escape. On my first night, I remained vigilant. I gripped a knife tightly, telling myself that I would stab Liam in the heart the moment I noticed something wrong. That was how he'd killed me, after all. But nothing went wrong. He cooked me something and fed me tenderly. Then, he drew me a warm bath and helped me clean myself. After that, he gently pulled me into his arms and bid me goodnight. It was as if whatever I remembered hadn't happened. I still didn't dare relax, though.

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.