The Blade Itself Character Art Novels & Stories

The blade was thick and shone silver, indicating that it was made of moonstone and not only that, it was a magical item, which many said was very similar to Excalibur itself. In addition, I can see small metal parts merging with my brother's hair and muscles, which indicated that in addition to the natural armor, he was wearing a second magic. "Filip, you are making a big mistake." I spoke, but my voice found only emptiness, as my brother moved to try to attack me, but a kind of electric whip came out of my left arm and I managed to knock that blade back. I twist my lips, feeling my muscles ache from the impact, but I still wouldn't transform, my Beast was still contained.

“It has to be silver!” “Noted,” Zero bit out, firing again. This time, the creature flinched, a sizzling sound erupting from the wound. “Seems they don’t like it up close either!” He was already moving, a blur of motion as he drew a blade from his vest—a blade I now saw was etched with faint, glowing runes. The world erupted into chaos.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

"Did you see-" "Enough to make me know what's going on between you too," he replied. "Princess Evanora, do you know what you're doing right now? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" I nodded sheepishly. "Yes." "And do you have even the slightest idea how risky it is?" He continued. "Just how did you get involved with Blade in the first place?" "What?" I looked up at him. "How do you- Do you know Blade?" He sighed then massaged his temples for a while before replying. "You seem to have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Blade isn't a human or even better a vampire. He is a werewolf! Do you even have any idea what that means?"

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.

with a scream, Zephyr fought through the pain and opened his eyes and stared straight into the painting. “Blade, the weapon of the nobles, the greats, the kings! “Blade, the Lion of which that all follows. As elegant and free flow as water, as gentle and carefree as falling leaves, as powerful and mighty as the hills… none are greater than thee! “Earth-shatterer bows before your might, I bow before your might, help me find my true calling!” Zephyr stared at the painting, chanting to himself, “Blades, nay, swords, were my favorite weapon after all! Within this painting holds great Focus of the Blade, unrelenting and unforgiving.

His face was emotionless, except for a flicker of a storm in his eyes. Gary then offered me a training blade, which I accepted eagerly. Its weight was familiar, but my muscles already protested—this blade was heavier than those we used in real fights. This training blade had been made by Alpha Lucien, who said it would help the warriors train their muscles and agility. Gary raised his blade in a defensive stance. "I'll try not to make a fool of myself in front of you." I smirked. "Don't hold back. I'll know if you do."

I knew he didn’t want his granddaughter to suffer the fate of many before her, but he had to understand that fate was fate and if the girl was to have any hope of survival, then she would need to be released into her true image. I held the blade over her stomach and plunged it in quickly. It slid in with ease and I felt the energy spring out into the body. I took a deep breath and sent out a prayer before I removed the end of the cloth and grabbed the handle of the blade. I hissed as the burn hit me. Each blade was made in its own bloodline and only that divine warrior could wield it. But this was the only way I could get the connection that I needed. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to b