The Blade Itself Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

If a war was knocking on our door then I needed the blade. And I would talk to anyone, even my dead father, if it meant getting it. I held the replica of the blade in my hands as I watched my friend leave my office. Most likely to bring the girl. The plastic was polished enough to deceive anyone that I was holding the real thing. Till it was held and the weight would give it away. She ought to be done with her lessons at this hour. Her request to study elsewhere resonated in my head and I made a mental note to approve of it only if she was able to get me what I wanted.

Blade gasped. "It's a long story, but everyone is ok. The guys will be ecstatic to have you back," I beamed, resting my hand on his shoulder. "No, Darick. I'm not coming back,” Blade said, shaking his head. My brows furrowed. "What? What do you mean?" "My story ends here, brother." "Blade. Your story—"

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.

It took Blade minutes to recover and his wounds to heal, his gaze turned black, his fangs elongating and his real self revealing “I'll show you what it means to play with me," Blade dangerous voice echoed " You look like a deprived plaything, did you eat well in your form,” Felix's sarcastic voice rolled out staring down at Blade's vampire's form Before Blade could approach Felix, Adam appeared in-between them, putting the fight to the end. Blade's first instinct was to run when he noticed Adam, but before he could put it into action, Adam caught him and without a second thought he tore Blade into two like it was normal and morally or mentally okay.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

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.

Blade sprang into action to catch it, but the boar was wild and rabid and was not surrendering without a fight. Even before Blade got even a slight scratch from the wild boar, it just dropped dead on his feet. I had to tell the spirits not to interfere with Blade unless I asked them to. They agreed, but a few days later, while Blade was sparring with one of his warriors, his body was enveloped in a black mist, and I had to scream and ask them to stop. I was terrified that if Mike attacked Blade, he would just drop dead. So, at this point, Blade and I decided that he was not to go into any friendly combat with anyone until I could make the spirits stop overprotecting him.

He had to warn them. But Alex wasn’t done. With a cold, calculating expression, Alex drew a blade from his belt. The weapon gleamed wickedly in the moonlight, its edge sharp enough to slice through bone. "You’ve caused me enough trouble," Alex said, his voice devoid of emotion. "This ends now." Graham’s heart pounded as he felt the blade pierce his chest, the pain unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His breath hitched, and his vision darkened as blood poured from the wound, staining the floor.

Everything tonight was heavier than it should be. I unwrapped it slowly, layer by painfully layer. Like peeling back skin. And then, I saw it. “A blade.” It wasn’t large, not ornate but wrong. The metal didn’t catch the light. It swallowed it. It was alive in a way steel should never be.

And it will be impossible for them to destroy the true enemy - the Beast! John inspected his blades and stroked them, especially admiring the sterling silver engraving that showed up as soon as he held them in his hands. The Blades recognized their Master, their Creator. The engraving on one of the blades read: "Ta - revo" - "I am death." And on the other: "Ve'ol, E'khor!" - "Fear, Beast!" "My blades," Black whispered, still holding his blades in his hands. - How, it turns out, I missed you!