The Blade Itself Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

There was something in his eyes when he emphasized the 'dead' word. It's like he was making sure that he is dead in her head. She told him that it's from her husband but it was actually not. That book was just random in which she started drawing. She thought Damon would give it to her if she told him that it was from her husband but his reaction was completely different. It was more like she provoked him to burn it. She looked at arriving cars curiously, waiting for the news but the cars stopped one after another in a disciplined way and the guard opened the door.

“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.

Kiara POV The first set of the game finished with the blades winning and the Grey's qualifying, and oh my Daniel Grey seriously looked beat as hell. It was really a pleasant sight to see. I have to admit, I honestly wished he died instead of the baldie guy. And Nola singing and laughing so happily at the site of everything. I still couldn't believe what I had just witnessed, and I can't believe they all stood there and just enjoyed the show But what was I expecting huh, every one of them here are dangerous mafia groups that have committed various murders, my family, the blades included.

It was a stark contrast to the doubts and fears that had been plaguing me in recent weeks. I had managed to accomplish something remarkable amidst the chaos and secrecy that had consumed my days. Despite the challenges and the constant need to be cautious, I had successfully crafted the blade. The silver and orichalum blade that had been smelted in the potent cocoa pods ashes and liquid. It was a weapon of immense power, one that could potentially change the course of our kingdom's destiny. Holding it in my hands, I felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. All those sleepless nights and stolen moments had been worth it.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Measuring. Beside him, the second man crouched low, a grin curling across his lips as if the slaughter were some private joke. His hair, a mess of brown waves, was pushed back from a boyish face that didn’t belong in a place like this. His eyes gleamed bright, dangerous, alive. “Well,” Blade said, flicking blood from his knife before sliding it back into its sheath. “Pretty little bird looks more frightened than the rest of them put together.”

"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.

My hand went to the blade at my side, the cold metal sending a shiver through me as I drew it. “Daniel, no!” Selene cried, but I didn’t stop. The blade pulsed in my hand, its dark energy surging through me as I stepped forward. The creature’s glowing eyes locked onto me, and for a moment, everything else faded away. I raised the blade, its edge gleaming with an unnatural light, and swung with all my strength. The blade connected, slicing through the creature’s armored hide as though it were paper. The creature let out an ear-splitting shriek, its massive body convulsing as black ichor spilled from the wound. But the moment of triumph was short-lived.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here after everything you’ve done.” To my surprise, Blade doesn’t even try to fight. He raises his hands in surrender, a resigned look on his face. “I’m not here to fight, Rion,” he says, his tone calm, almost weary. “I know when I’m outmatched. Fighting you would be pointless.” His words only serve to infuriate me further. “You betrayed your Alpha, your pack. You plotted treason with Isla and Ezra. Why shouldn’t I kill you right here, right now?”

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"