The Blade Itself Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Then he would be in a much better position to control and return some of King Lincoln’s old laws into the kingdom. Feeling better with his plan now in place within his mind, Blade walks into his bathroom strips his clothes and steps into the shower as he turns on the water. He cleans the grim off of his body from the travel, then once done he gets out dries off and dresses in one of his more appealing Alpha robes before heading back to Xana’s office.

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."

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

Before Rio could deal with a deathly blow he saw the reality around him was breaking apart when he saw his right hand was obliterated out of existence. He looked back to see one of the blades exploding in a flash of violent yet beautiful light as the blade was released from its seals, it destroyed everything in its wake wiping what was left of the crystal chamber from existence. The Blade destroyed the stone, and spirit in the wake of its rage as it answered the call of its only master as it flew into the rubble destroying the stone that enveloped him.

The blade tilted toward Zara. I stepped in front of her without thinking. “Don’t,” I snarled. Voss’s lips curved. “Fascinating. It recognizes hierarchy already.” The blade lunged. It didn’t aim for my heart. It went for my bond. Pain exploded through me, white, searing, intimate. The blade skimmed my chest, carving a sigil into my skin that burned straight through flesh and into spirit. I hit the floor hard, the world shattering into sparks and echoes.

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