The Blade Itself Chapter Summary Mga Nobela at Kwento

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

Now, its very essence had been lost. Maybe, Caraven had tried to steal it back. He was the only outsider who knew that the lady had the blade in her possession. My mind wandered back to how lifeless the weapon felt in my hands. The hum that usually called to me whenever it was nearby had suddenly gone silent. Like its life had been taken from it and now it was no longer a magical tool. It was just a crafted regular blade. The chess board was starting to fall apart once again. We trudged forward into the dark of the night and only came to a stop directly at the entrance of the tower that was left ajar.

“Let’s see how good you really are.” Then he attacked. The blade flashed. I moved. Too slow. Pain slowed everything. The knife sliced through my arm. Deep. Blood spilled instantly. I staggered. Hart came again. Relentless. The blade aimed for my face. I jerked sideways. Barely. The knife missed my eye. Instead it sliced above my eyebrow. Blood poured down immediately. Into my vision. Into my eye. Everything blurred red. I couldn’t see properly. Couldn’t move properly.

“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.

With that in mind, Blade started to go crazy. He let out an angry roar as he shot forward like an arrow, rushing at Chris once again. There was a crazed look in his eyes and he was determined to injure Chris at all costs! He shouted out, "Die!" The chakram in his hand sent out five slashes in a row. All of them emitted a chilling glint. The five slashes contained incredible killing intent. In a flash, they appeared in front of Chris. Chris let out a light laugh as he formed seals once again, causing starlight to surround his body.

**Trigger warning: child violence (not sexual) in this chapter. I will try to be subtle, but if this triggers you, you may skip the part starting with ***** until another set of ***** marks the end of the triggering part. ALTHEA. Blade came for me. But I was terrified that he was already too late and that I was already on my way to death. Alas bit me, and I had no idea how far his demon fangs went into my skin or if his venom reached my bloodstream. All I knew was that I felt too much pain in my neck, and then, after a while, I felt my body floating.

"Now!" I ran across the pile of dead bodies and glided in mid-air. After two turns, I lifted my leg and delivered the final blow to his head. I tackled his forehead using my kneecap. Then, I showed my sharp claws and finally dug them into his eyes. I shouted as I pulled back my hand and let Blade's body entirely fall to the ground. All of his men stopped their battles. Seeing that their alpha was dead, Blade’s men slowly surrendered. One by one they knelt in front of us and scattered around.

A taunting voice mocks right behind me. I stop moving when something cold presses against my cheek. A blade. “It is a sound of victory for me… and defeat for you.” My chest tightens. I can’t breathe. “Don’t ever forget it, Chane.” My vision shakes. “I am always watching you.” The blade slides across my skin. Deliberate. Warm blood follows. And clink, the knife drops to the ground, footsteps pound heavily as the chains begin to fade. The sound disappears. The fire dies.

Blade looked at both of us quietly. Then he smiled again. But this time it looked like goodbye. “My chapter ends here, brothers,” Blade whispered. His eyes drifted, losing focus as they fixed on the ceiling. “Seeing you all one last time… it’s enough, even if we can’t walk the same path anymore.” “No,” I said immediately. “No, stop talking like that.” He coughed again, more blood this time, staining his chest and the bedsheets. "Thank you," he gasped, his voice trembling badly. "It hurts... It hurts like hell to say goodbye but I hope my leaving brings you peace. I’m rooting for all of you. Always."