The Blade Itself Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

"For ten million, deposited into an account of your choosing. The transaction is instantaneous." I didn't hesitate. I couldn't afford to. I grabbed the blade. It felt unnaturally heavy, as if it were forged from the gravity of a dying star. I didn't think about the pain; I thought about the freedom. I positioned the tip against the corner of my left eye. I took a ragged, shuddering breath, closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, and thrust the blade forward.

“You are not alone this time. I’m with you. The hybrids are with you. We will be your strength. Didn’t I tell you before? I will pull you back, love. I will change your fate. But for that to happen, you need to trust me. Do you trust me?” Blade was breaking inside. When I touched him, I heard the voices, too. I fought back the tears. Is this what he hears every single time? How could he survive such torture? Anyone would have gone mad by the number of voices, of the whispering, and of the curses I hear. I took a sharp breath. His whole body was burning. His veins were bulging. And when he held my hands, it hurt but I stood my ground. My pain was nothing compared to his.

Every soul who had tried and failed. Or succeeded. At the edge of the molten bridge ahead stood the altar. There it was. The Stone Blade. It hovered above a black pedestal, suspended by nothing but its own weight of meaning. It glowed not with light, but with silence—perfect stillness in a world of fire. It had no hilt, only stone molded for her palm, and a jagged edge that looked as if it had been pulled from the core of the moon itself. The voice of the Guardian boomed once more across the chamber: "To wield the blade, you must be willing to lose all you love."

"I thought you were going to tell me more about your little project! Come on, keep talking!" "I am going to peel the skin from your face for that." His voice dropped into a dangerous, vibrating register that made the air itself seem to tremble. He swiped his left hand through the air, and three sharp, purple psychic blades materialized, launching straight at my chest with deadly precision.

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

He drove the gold blade forward, a clean, efficient thrust that ended the man’s life, his body a crumpled, broken heap on the cavern floor. The loyalists froze, their eyes a wide, panicked sea of terror. They had heard the stories, the legends, the whispers of a weapon that could cut through anything, a blade that was the bane of gods and men alike. But they didn’t believe it. They hadn’t understood. Now, they did.

A soft chuckle sounded beside me, and I didn’t even need to look to the side to know that it was coming from Blade. "Stop smiling like that," he whispered, “You know the whole world is watching, right?” I ignored him, I couldn’t even make out his words. "I've seen you prepare for war, and you looked less intense," he continued with a sigh, while turning to the elders for some help. But no one answered Blade. In fact, some of the elders actually chuckled, I heard all of them, but only barely. Because the closer Nyssa got to me, the more the world faded away.

The books clattered to the ground loudly and before he had the chance to react I'd knicked his key from his hoodie pocket. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" I hiss. Blade smirked. "Ah Tink, I believe you were the one who should watch where you're going," he says in a sexy voice. I scoffed and fell to a stoop and shuffled the books back into a pile and stood once again to face Blade. His glinting green eyes pierced into mine and the amused expression on his face made me want to slap him. "Don't flatter yourself Blade," I scold, "you're so densely stupid I couldn't tell you separately from the wall."

He crossed the room, snatched the sword from the mount, and removed it from its sheath. “Are you serious right now?” Bias said. “What? You think you’re Michonne from The Walking Dead or something?” Brad did feel somewhat silly wielding the sword, but better silly than dead. “It’s just a precaution. I’m only going to be out there for a couple of seconds.”

“If she’s so brave and really fit to be Luna, this should mean nothing to her. Has she seen your wolf form? Has she seen how those sharp enormous jaws can tear into human skin? Has she seen your claws and how easily you could snap her frail form into two? Oh, don’t tell me she hasn’t seen the true beast you are, Blade.” “I have.” I whispered. “I’ve seen exactly what he’s capable of. I watched him tear into a man. And I admit that it was…disturbing but he did it to help me. He might be a beast as you say, but I believe that he’s a good person.”