Supernatural First Blade Novels & Stories

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

Behind it lay the Lunaris Blade—a weapon forged by the first Moon Blessed, imbued with the essence of starlight and sorrow. Selene had never touched it. Until now. She whispered the incantation, voice steady. The runes flared to life. The door groaned open. And the chamber beyond seemed to hold its breath. There, atop a stone pedestal, lay the blade—its hilt wrapped in lunar silk, its edge gleaming faintly as if lit from within. The moment her fingers closed around it, a wave of energy surged up her arm—pain and clarity in equal measure. Visions danced behind her eyes: fire, fangs, Lucian’s smile twisted in triumph… and a throne of bone rising from ash.

Blade stared at her in shock, how did she found out about this. "How did found out about this?" Blade asked, watching as she folded a paper and threw it in the waste bin. Slowly she strode towards him, quietly sitting down on the bed, Blade being the touchy type, drew her waist closer to her. "I saw the vision, didn't I inform you in the party, I found my super hybrid powers, I see people's flash backs and past lives just by touching their hands. I tried doing that on Lucas but he kissed me instead. So as I was saying, I saw her past and everything about her pregnancy when I touched her. I saw when she told Ronald to leave the pack because she could not have him as his mate and she could onl

‘Let’s get this over with,’ He said. I held my left palm up. On my wrist where a symbol had been inked. I placed my other hand over it and a soft glow appeared in it and it materialized into a special weapon. The devil's blade. It belonged to the Nightshade bloodline and was a gift from Daemon. Zayden's eyes shimmered as he caught sight of the blade. “Interesting. This would be fun,” His eyes gleamed a malevolent red, his demon seething just beneath the surface.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

And who knows if Rain might end up like my pack members that died during the supernatural war or goddess forbid it, she ends up like her mother who was thrown in the dungeon as a sacrifice. My wolf whines at the thoughts spiraling through my mind. The thought of my mate in danger gives me more reason to act fast and eradicate those evil men from the surface of the earth. My heart singes as Rain continues her words, not knowing exactly how close she is to becoming her true self. Somehow, my wolf is eager and super excited to meet with his other half. For the first time, Blade and I are the first of our kind to mate with the ancient beast in the history of our kinds. The first creature of the

As Wrath backs off and Silas pulls back from his kiss, he looks into the male's eyes in front of him and says. “Who?…” “Blade…” Just as his name leaves his lips the male in his arms collapses. Blade moves quickly, catching him and picking him up bridal style, turning and walking with him out of the cell, down the hall and out of the dungeons. Blade moves through the castle and outside, heading for the guest house that the Vampires had supplied for them. As he walked, Blade looked down at his mate and even though he was drawn to him and his Cheetah wanted to claim him, he still couldn’t back out of his plans of claiming Princess Xana and taking her throne. Maybe his new mate wouldn’t be oppos

The woman drew a blade—a slender crescent of moonstone—and held it over my heart. “With this, we sever who you were. And with this, you will be reborn. But understand—there is no turning back.” I closed my eyes. “Do it.” The blade touched my skin—and everything exploded. Light. Pain. Memory. Power. I fell through endless stars, through the histories of my kind. I saw the First Wolf, rising beneath a blood moon. I saw the wars, the betrayals, the fall of the old packs. I felt their fury. Their grief. Their hunger.

Every step Lena took felt heavier, as if unseen hands were pressing down on her shoulders. Cassian and Dorian followed in silence, their expressions grim. Even they didn’t know what this trial entailed. At last, they reached a chamber unlike the others. At the center stood an altar—carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold running through it like lifeblood. Floating above it was a dagger, its blade forged from a material Lena didn’t recognize, its edges glowing with an eerie silver light. Idris moved to stand beside the altar. “This is the Blade of Ancients,” he said. “Forged in the fire of the first Trueborn. It does not spill blood—it takes something far deeper.”

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'