Supernatural First Blade Novels & Stories

Uriel said in his thoughts as he immediately flew to his chamber. He opens the book of light and darkness and flips over to a page where he sees a picture of a blade and he begins to read. “When a demon's blood mixes with an angel's blood it can create what they call the blade of Angels. With this blade the person wielding it can kill off any light supernaturals with just a single slash. None has been able to create such a blade but if the blade falls into the wrong hands it can be very dangerous for all light supernaturals.”

“I’m with you, baby. My Apocalyptic Montessa. I’m right here with you. Okay?” “Okay.” He took the First Kill knife and moved it in front of her face, reflecting the dull light that came in through the broken window. Her eyes locked with his in a beautiful, perfect moment. The ground shuddered, and The-Breeze-That-Wasn’t blew her hair around. He held out his palm, and a flame danced above it. “You can do this. We can do this. It’s a cleansing, angel. Take the knife.” He ran his tongue down it and handed it to her. She grasped it, squeezed his hand, and took it from him. Ran her pink tongue down the blade, as well.

It was something deeper; the kind of ache that came from watching the one person you owed your life to lying helpless before you. The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating. The only sound was the relentless crash of water against stone. And then Blade moved slowly and lowered himself beside Damien. He wiped the back of his hand across his face, took a shaky breath, and stared at the man who had become more than just a leader to them all. Blade’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, his voice rough when it finally broke the silence. “You know,” he began quietly, still staring at his boss, “the first time I met him, I thought he was the devil himself.”

Not with Nova and Isla behind me, not with Blade at my side. Blade’s strikes were brutal, calculated, forcing it to split its focus. Every time it committed to one attack, we met it with another. I could see the frustration building—an unfamiliar expression for something that seemed unstoppable. And then, the first real opening appeared. Its arm overshot, leaving its side exposed. I drove my knife deep, twisting, and felt resistance give way. A hiss, a howl of fury—but it staggered. Nova gasped, clutching Isla tighter.

I asked the healer. "There is... Something." The healer, Elliot, hesitated. "The blade contains a substance or enchantment that interfered with supernatural regeneration. And that's not the worst part. It appears to recognize supernatural energy. The weapon doesn't prevent healing through ordinary poison. It suppresses the victim's ability to heal." Not close to anything I wanted to hear. Someone hadn't picked up a random enchanted blade. Someone had chosen a weapon specifically suited to attacking a werewolf. And considering the attacker targeted Anaiyah, they likely knew exactly what she was.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

As my fault, for not being good enough. An year after that had been an year of breaking myself. I did not wish the same upon Noel. _______________________________ NOEL He hadn't fully recovered. And he never would. Now when people laid eyes on the Firstblade, they'd see a man with pale lips, canines longer and their tips pointed more then the others. They'd see the dark lines etched into his fair skin, from his hands up to his jaw. But they just showed how strong he was. "Noel."

Her eyes wandered around the place and unintentionally stopped on a knife that was floating on the water. "The Blade?" Amethyst aired as she limped towards the knife. Her mother's voice had stopped whispering to her. For some reason, Amethyst began recalling days when her mother used the same knife called The Blade to perform her rituals. Her memories quickly exposed themselves right in her eyes and she recalled when Wendell told her about the Blade not only that, but she also recalled all the details she read in the Book Of Spells. "It's…it's for the sacrifice! My sacrifice! This is where everything will happen. The devil will rise from the ground right under the tree of life!" Amethyst blu

Chapter Six I was worried. That day was the biggest day in the whole country and the world at large, yet there we were, lying on the soft beds while our parents were worried sick about us. Sam was already awake and with Koyala in his office discussing whatever it was they were discussing. I had gone to the room Maya was in to check on her. It is not everyday that you get to see who has been stabbed survive, far worse that was a sword. They said it was an alloy of some metals and steel. Steel was bad for their health as it poisoned their blood making it clot. The team doctors had worked tirelessly on her not to lose her. She was Koyala's favorite and everything had to be done to keep her aliv

But why do I feel bitter while thinking about that? "They became close after he tried to pursue her. Until one day, they both decided to admit their feelings to each other. He won't know what to feel when she said that she loves him too because he didn't expect that it will turn out to be mutual. But when his parents knew about their love and they were against so they cursed the woman that she will never be happy even if she were born again because a vampire shouldn't be destined to be the mate of a werewolf," Lazarus said while he's saying that I felt that he's been trying to hide the emotion that he doesn't want to feel again.