The Blade Itself Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

I was in a serious situation, but I couldn’t help but chuckle at Blade’s reaction. "I overreacted, yes, you’ll be escorted out of the territory. Forgive me for my rude response, Lady Althea. I just wanted to hear the growl from my friend." "Fuck you!" Blade spat at me, and I saw he had his fangs out already. "Stop growling. I can take care of myself." The witch whispered to him, but my werewolf hearing made it possible for me to hear her. "Lady Althea, will you help us?"

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

A sharp breath left me. "The Godfather approaches." A ripple of movement. Chairs scraped back. Every single man in the hall stood in unison. They began chanting. “Honor to the blade. Death to the weak. Honor to the blade. Death to the weak.” I shot up from my chair, pulse thudding. The hall trembled with their voices as the doors at the far end opened. Mr. Blade entered, flanked by men in black suits, walking with the kind of presence that sucked the air from the room. His gaze was stone. Cold. Unreadable.

Nathan shudder in fear, hearing his words. “Unfortunately, Aoi Akuma-sama want to keep you.” he squeezed Nathan face firmly. “Now, I wonder what is your connection to his beloved Crimson Blade and that girl.” Nathan stared fixedly at him in perplexed, ever since they picked them up and dragged, he always heard them say, ‘Crimson Blade’. ‘Who is Crimson Blade? And what is it?’

Crescent Blade. A famous blade passed down through centuries… Prince’s gaze locked onto it. “What is that?” Her voice softened. “Something older than the packs and any of us..” She stepped toward him, holding it carefully. “Something they buried.” “Something they feared.” The air around it felt heavier. “This blade doesn’t just kill,” she continued. “It rewrites.” Prince’s eyes narrowed slightly. She stopped in front of him as they were close now. “Stab it through your heart,” she said quietly.

It was a razor-thin, horizontal disc of absolute sub-spatial friction, hovering exactly four feet off the ground, stretching across the entire width of the avenue. The Prime Forge didn't slow down. Its automated Founder AI didn't recognize the sub-ether anomaly as a physical threat. The massive war machine rolled directly into the Phase-Blade at forty miles an hour. The sound was indescribablea horrific, screeching howl of heavy durasteel being unwritten from reality. The Phase-Blade didn't cut the Forge; it deleted the molecular bonds of anything that passed through it. The Forge’s massive front treads hit the blade and were instantly severed.

Unable to move the rest of its body, the monster spun the blade and threw it at Cassana. She instinctively dodged away, and continued on reciting her incantation. She heard a cry of pain and as she glanced towards it she saw the blade planted deep into Otheric's backside. He was helping Rei stand up and was about to walk out of the manor. "RIC!!" she screamed. The Primal pulled on his chain, dragging the blade back to with Otheric's body on it.

"If you get sweaty or dusty at the border, use this!" "We stayed up all night making them, you know!" Liora added, puffing out her chest with immense pride. Lucas merely rolled his eyes—giving them that classic, unbothered trooling gaze he always reserved for his cousins' theatrical antics. Ignoring the floral-stitched handkerchiefs entirely, Lucas stepped forward with a proud, tall posture. With a dramatic, deliberate motion, he patted the new scabbard at his hip, proudly showing off the rune-engraved steel blade forged specifically by Althea.

The ceramic blade began to sink into the empty air. Inch by inch, the razor-sharp edge cut directly through the frequency of the barrier. The amber light illuminating the spherical room began to flicker violently, the images in the millions of mirrors distorting into jagged, terrifying digital glitches. Silas’s face melted into a horrific smear of grey pixels. Luciano’s mafia ghost vanished into a cloud of static. "The bread only rises if you let it breathe," I whispered through my grit teeth. The tip of the blade finally touched the solid glass of the cylinder.