The Blade Itself Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha

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.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

But I don’t look away. The blade’s still. Silent. Just steel. But in that moment, it felt like more. Like it wanted. I should be scared. Instead, I grin. “Yeah… maybe you’re alive too.” That night, I can’t sleep. I keep replaying it in my head. That flash, that twitch of the sword under my blood. They said stories of ego blades are just tales. Weapons with souls. Hungry steel that chooses its wielder. But maybe… maybe I’ve stumbled onto one.

N Y X A R A The wolf moves closer. At a pace that doesn’t ask permission. Just forward, like the distance between us was always meant to close and I’m only now catching up to that fact. I pull a blade free. Late. My fingers fumble the wrap for half a second before muscle memory snaps it into place. The sound feels too loud. Metal whispering in a forest that has gone quiet again.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

"I don't know why I'm talking to you. I don't know you." “I told you, I’m Blade. The personal guard of Mr. Spencer. Isn’t that enough of an introduction for you to know me? ” Blade's bold answer. “Seems like you don’t have a friend to talk to, that’s why I’m here. If you can't say what you need to take out of your heart that burdens, then I promise that I will forget everything you say. I said I didn't hear anything after that. ”

He kicked his legs for a couple of times, before he died. His golden blade pierced the ground and landed right next to him. It was still quivering violently and a faint sound could be heard echoing from the blade, as if it was mourning its master's death. Everyone else was angry, but also scared to the bones, and they could not help but stop their movements for a second. "Now is the time for 'Blade Cry'." Qian Lei shouted aggressively. "Clang! Clang!" The golden blades hit against each other and produced a strange sound that penetrated into one's soul, making one suffer in great pain.

“You will never take my son away. You will die trying.” “If that’s the case…”I waved my hand in mid-air now with large claws ready to attack the Blade. "I now declare war against you and your army, Blade.” Blade cackled coyly. His laughter echoed throughout the whole place. "Are you serious going against me, my little shifter? Look at you! Your tiny arms and luscious legs. They are no match for me. You are digging your own grave. Worst, you take some stupid wolf to die with you.”