The Blade Itself Audiobook Novels & Stories

I joined in, helping to reveal the concealed weapon as my hands scraped the uneven surface. We finally located it after what seemed like a lifetime. The blade's surface was burning with an unearthly intensity, and it was contained in a pedestal of light. "It’s beautiful," Liora said in a sob of wonder. But I felt a wave of dread come over me as I grabbed for it. The voice of the Void reverberated in my head. It scoffed, "You think this will save you?" "It will only seal your fate." My heart was racing as my hand lingered over the blade. Was I prepared for what was about to happen?

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

The thoughts… they rumble in my head that there is nothing clear I can open up. “Adira…” I twitched at the soft melodious voice that suddenly rang out in the air. My gaze then starts to meander from side to side in search of whom did that come from. “Come out who you are.” “Adira… you are the blade.” “Who are you?”

Before I could ask, she explained softly, "Mr. Lutz left ten minutes ago for a meeting. Give me a minute. I'll call his assistant." I wanted to say it was fine, but she bolted, leaving me alone in the room. As I struggled to sit up, I noticed my arms and right calf were bandaged. Lying still, I hadn't felt much, but moving around brought a searing, bone-deep ache. "Ow!" I grunted. The door opened behind me, and I thought it was the nurse. "You don't need to call them." I turned and saw Colin, his face marked with handprints.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

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.

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 voice whispers in the back of my mind, a faint echo of something I’ve heard before. My eyes dart to the ground, scanning for anything that might help. And then I see it, a blade, discarded and glinting faintly in the dim light. It’s coated in wolf’s poison, the only thing that could weaken someone like him. I don’t think. I move. Diving toward the blade, I roll as the Blade Alpha’s claws tear through the space where I was moments ago. My hand closes around the hilt, the cold metal biting into my palm.

The moonlight caught the edge of the blade, making it glow like a silver tooth. He started to wail, a long, thin sound that cut through the night. "Shhh," I whispered, mocking the way a mother might talk to a child. I swung the blade. The sound was wet. There was a sudden spray of warmth against my hand. I stood back up and wiped the blade on a clump of moss. The man on the ground stopped making noise. The woods went back to being quiet, save for the distant shouts of my friends further down the hill.

“There is.” I looked at him. Confused. “You just don’t see it yet.” That— That hit differently. I looked back down at the blade. Closed my eyes again. Reached. This time, the metal felt quieter. More settled. But still there. Still responsive. Still willing. I adjusted my grip. Loosened my hold. Stopped trying to force it into what I thought it should be. And instead— Followed it. My fingers moved slowly along the blade. Pressing.