Novel & Cerita Supernatural First Blade

Every poison coursing through his veins became as harmless as water. *No weapon had ever slain him.* But then— "There’s something," I breathed, my pulse quickening. "One thing that hasn’t been tried before…" Dominic glanced at me sharply. "What is it?" I traced the words with my finger as I read aloud: "*A blade forged with something close to the hearts of three supernatural beings.*" A deep frown settled on my face. "*How* is that supposed to work?" I turned to Dominic, hoping he’d have an answer.

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

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.

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.

I moved along the shadows, noting footprints, signs of recent activity, and subtle marks that might indicate other supernatural beings had passed this way. A sound caught my attention—a soft scuffing, a whisper of movement. I froze, knife in hand, eyes scanning the darkness. Two figures emerged, cautious, wary. They weren’t human, not completely. Their eyes glinted faintly in the dim light, and I realized they were supernatural in some form—likely allies, though impossible to know for sure yet. I stepped forward, voice low but steady. “I’m alone. I’m… not here to fight, unless I have to.”

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*

Stella's eyes felt like knives carving into my soul. "The whole thing was planned from the beginning. "Kill your mentor, frame Summer, and force you to work with me. "This is what happens when you refuse to listen, Mark." "You b*tch!" I completely lost it. The tears broke through, and every shred of reason vanished. I yanked the autopsy knife from my boot and lunged straight for Stella's throat. "I'm going to kill you!" "Mark, calm down! Drop the knife!" The tactical officers panicked. Three or four of them rushed me at once, grabbing my arms and waist.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

It took Blade minutes to recover and his wounds to heal, his gaze turned black, his fangs elongating and his real self revealing “I'll show you what it means to play with me," Blade dangerous voice echoed " You look like a deprived plaything, did you eat well in your form,” Felix's sarcastic voice rolled out staring down at Blade's vampire's form Before Blade could approach Felix, Adam appeared in-between them, putting the fight to the end. Blade's first instinct was to run when he noticed Adam, but before he could put it into action, Adam caught him and without a second thought he tore Blade into two like it was normal and morally or mentally okay.