The Blade Itself Audiobook Novels & Stories

Author's POV Rudra gulped down the glass of whisky and took a deep breath. "Fati padi hai, Bhai..." (I am scared to the shit, bro) He rubbed his face. "How am I supposed to hear that horror without bursting out in anger or tears?... I was avoiding this conversation till now. Damon gulped as he himself was feeling his throat pounding in his throat. "We have to do it!" Rudra grabbed the glass again but Damon snatched it from him.

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.

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.

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."

The whispers grew louder, but I pushed back, channeling the same defiance that had broken the mate bond. --- The blade began to crack, its dark energy spiraling out of control. Veyron screamed in rage, throwing Darius off and turning toward me. “You’ll destroy us all!” he bellowed, his voice filled with desperation. “Maybe,” I replied, my hands trembling as I poured my will into the blade. “But at least it’ll be on my terms.” The chamber shook violently, and the blade shattered in an explosion of light and darkness. When the light faded, I found myself on my knees, the world spinning around me. Veyron was nowhere to be seen, his presence seemingly erased.

"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.

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.