The Blade Itself Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

A sharp whooshing sound rushed past my ear before I could react. The object flew toward me and shot past my face, the sudden force of it making my hair whip slightly across my cheek. The jacket was instantly pinned against the pine tree behind me. The blade had gone straight through the thick fabric and buried itself deep into the bark with a heavy thud. A soft gasp escaped from me before I could stop it. My hand instinctively flew to my chest as my heart slammed violently against my ribs. The cold realization settled in immediately. He had thrown it without even seeing me.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

It was a trick, he was trying to make me back down. “Don’t lie to me, Calvin. I don’t like liars.” I spin the edge of the blade against my finger. My mother had never wanted me to touch the blade. She had kept it away from me. Changing its hiding place anytime she gets an inkling that I was near. She knew it was supposed to be mine. “Alpha Logan. You are letting the blade control you. That’s what it does.” Freya pleads with me “No. I want this.” I half smile while gazing at the blood free blade. “Soon, you will all be dead and Lana and I will rule.”

Blade then crouched in front of the two women as they groaned in agony. "This is the final warning," Blade declared, her voice laced with menace, "Do not speak to me as if we are equals. I surpass both of you in every way, and if you ever disrespect me again, I will personally ensure that you pay dearly, perhaps by cutting off your tongues and serving them to you."

he muttered, not daring to share his attention with the cloud separated from us through the windshield. "We have to do something that would destroy it forever," I muttered and Liam groaned in anger. "You are distracting me!" He snapped. I reached into my purse and pulled out the blade again, holding it tightly. Liam finally looked at me, his brows raised in surprise. "That blade…" "It kills demons," I said and he smiled in relief. I unsheathed the blade, waiting for it to sneak in. The drums began to play again, faster and stronger. The louder the drums got, the light-headed we became.

“That whisper… It’s not just in your head, is it?” Rael hesitated, then shook his head. “No. It’s real.” Bram let out a long breath. “Great. Just what we need, a sword that talks and probably wants to eat us.” Myrra ignored him, stepping closer to Rael. “We need to understand what it’s doing to you. If the book is right, this isn’t just about wielding power. It’s about control. If you let the blade take too much, you might not be able to stop it.”

But the chat was there. **No Spectacle** He stared at it for a long moment. Then he set it down again. Face-down. Beside the school phone. And let the silence settle. For the first time since he’d arrived at BludHeaven— He had something that was only his. And it felt like freedom. Sort of. Shadows and Steam

Briella looked thrilled, gazing at Woody with an expression full of excitement. "Young man, the fact that you can remain so calm in my presence only points to one thing." Ghost Blade picked up a sharp knife with barbs and said with a sinister tone, "You obviously don't know who I am, which is why ignorance makes you fearless. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Ghost Blade. Very soon, you'll truly understand why I have this name, because I'm going to peel your skin off inch by inch and lay it in front of you!

“AUGH! STOP PLEASE HAVE MERCY!” Mr. Travis called out in pain as the micro wind blades cut through him. Even as a practitioner, he had no defense for such treatment. Blake waved, and the void cut was sealed, leaving Mr. Travis gasping for breath. He seemed to have entered hell, his flesh being stripped away atom by atom.

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"