Supernatural First Blade Novels & Stories

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. The final battle for the fate of creation had begun.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

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

Instead of pressing his lips to hers for now he shifts his head just a little and leans in to whisper next to her ear. “Don’t fight and you may enjoy this as much as we will.” Elizabeth tries to step back from him but Blade holds her firm until he moves, bending and slipping his arm down over her arse to the back of her thighs so that as he straightens he lifts her up and throws her over his shoulder. Blade turns, walks off of the balcony, through the bedroom into the entry and back out to where Silas and Xana are still waiting for him. Silas smirks liking what he sees he quickly moves turning Xana, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

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.'

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

“Then you know what you’re up against.” That was the day Adrian’s childhood ended. ⸻ The hunters raised him the only way they knew how. With steel. With discipline. With the understanding that monsters did not hesitate—and neither could you. Adrian learned quickly. Too quickly. By fifteen he could track demons through forests most men were afraid to enter. By seventeen he had killed his first one. A lesser demon. Small. Fast. Still dangerous. The others had celebrated when it died. Adrian had just stared at the blood on his hands.