The Blade Itself Chapter Summary Novels & Stories

At least, I hoped that it wouldn’t. “You have gone mad, Kiara. Do you realize what you’re about to do?” Richard asked glaring at me, our green eyes meeting as he spoke. I took a deep breath taking the knife from Ben, ignoring Richard who I knew was on the verge of having my head at any given second. I couldn’t blame him. I would be doing the same thing if he was the one who’d be doing this.

I don’t know when my eyes started to grow blurry, but I soldiered on. The blade glows because I made it – and willed it – to be so. You are the last of a noble line of warriors. We fight evil at every turn, and at every moment. That line. He had hammered that line into me, sometimes literally. Do not worry about the blade’s form or how to change it; that is a point you will eventually get to. Wear the pendant at all times, so the blade will be available when you need it. There was a paragraph he took care to make brief but heavy with instruction. He had no patience for melodrama, so he wrote like a man making a will.

Their blades clashed and danced with one another in what seemed to be an endless waltz of danse macabre as snow began to fall around them, as though the heavens were beginning to mourn for what is to come. And the sound of blades crashing against one another was ringing so loudly in her ears, the winds growing colder in what seemed to be like mounting dread as she found her own strength beginning to leave her the moment his blade had scraped her forearm, then her collar (silver, Aria realized as she bit back a curse, the blade was purely made of silver) whilst her enemy continued to advance in a bitter irony of finding herself in the defensive now compared to how this all began.

But he pulls a trick out of his hat, rendering me speechless and in pain. A cold blade cuts into my ribs, plummeting into my body as he presses it painstakingly slowly, smiling with every inch that enters my body. He holds his weight with one hand beside my face, snarling as he looks into my eyes with no remorse. I grab his arm in an attempt to prevent any further blade from pressing down into my tissue, but he continues until there's no more blade to enter me.

I muttered under my breath, the words barely escaping my lips. The figure stepped forward without answering, then, without warning, he pulled out a blade. The metal caught the light with a deadly gleam as he raised it high, aiming for my chest. I caught it with my bare hand, pain tore through me as the blade sliced into my palm, hot blood rushing down my arm. But I didn’t let go, I forced myself upright, stumbling backward, the taste of iron rising in my throat. My body swayed, but I clenched my teeth and steadied myself, shaking my head, trying to awaken the fury that slept inside me.

Yoel took the cue and left too. That left Luke by himself, alone. His eyes welled up as his grip on the silverware caused it to shake. He looked like a little critter left behind. Holly did not even glance back at him. Luke could not fathom how he got through that meal. All he knew was that each mouthful was laced with tears and was downright bitter. Holly could feel Luke's intense glare on her. It was to no avail no matter what she did. She was crystal clear that this had to be sorted out, pronto.

“Keep lying to yourself.” I hum, reaching into my coat pocket. My fingers close around the blade I always carry. “And that's the reason you kidnapped him from his home?” I pull the blade out, staring at the sharp edges. “I'm giving you one last chance before I pull your goddamned insides out.” His breath catches. The color drains from his face when I swipe the blade in the air. It's not the kind of blade that cuts, it peels. It's thin, sharp, surgical. Thinking about the amazing things I'll do with this blade makes my lips curl into a small smile.

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*

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.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.