The Blade Of The Immortal Novels & Stories

A rogue which my boss wanted dead. Well, more dead than it already was. Back against the wall, I slid against the peeling paint, hearing it crackle behind me, hoping the sound didn’t attract unwanted attention. I out the blade in the thigh holder and bought it up in front of my face. Forged of silver, it’s a loan from my employer, a tool of my trade. Adjusting the collar on my jacket, I brought it up as high as it would go, making sure my flesh was covered.

Blood sprayed through the air, painting it red. The man let out a pained scream as he staggered backward. However, Chase gave him no chance to escape. With Phantom Nine Steps, Chase closed the gap instantly. Swinging his left hand, he released the Slay Immortal Blade, which arced gracefully through the air. Blood erupted as the blade sliced clean through the man's neck. His head flew into the air, spinning before crashing to the ground. Chase extended his tongue and licked his finger, his cold, indifferent gaze locked on the lifeless body.

The academy gates loomed ahead, massive black iron twisted into the shape of thorned vines. It glowed faintly along the metal, humming with magic that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Two guards stood at the entrance, both armed with blades that looked older than the city itself. One was a vampire, pale as moonlight with eyes like melted gold. The other… I didn’t even know. His skin shimmered faintly, like his shape was never fully fixed in one form. They scanned us, eyes lingering on me, but Davorin murmured something under his breath and they stepped aside.

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.

Either way, I was in deep trouble. The beast stomped closer, its claws digging trenches in the sand with every step. “Think, Callum. Think!” I hissed to myself. Then I saw it—a glint of metal a few feet away, half-buried in the corpse of another monster. A massive sword, easily taller than me, its blade still humming faintly with some kind of energy. I scrambled for it, slipping through the sand. The ground trembled again as the lieutenant roared and charged. I reached the blade, grabbed the hilt with both hands, and pulled.

BLADE. “But your mate is a strong one,” Lucy added as she smiled warmly before pointing at me. “And you... are her best talisman. You’re keeping Althea strong, Blade. So never underestimate your part in this fight.” “We got this. We have each other.” Stone added, and I nodded my head. “I can shield the whole territory, but I need your blood. Put her to bed, and I can take your blood after.” Patrea said. “No. Take now. I don’t want to leave her alone tonight.”

I looked around me and could sense an uneasy feeling that I wasn’t alone. “Raghul,” I called like the scaredy cat that I was, as I am powerless, it seems. “Raghul,” I called again as a heavy wind passed me and I felt a sharp object slash against my laps, making a tear on my nightwear. The cut had weakened me like it came from the dagger of pain, which was made out of silver and could kill my kind quicker than anything else. It is one weapon that I was warned to avoid touching my Inyoka mark; if not, I shall die instantly.

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding. But if he was not here for that, what did he come here for? “I want you to get a blade for me” he continued, overlooking the balcony and the stables below from a distance with his eyes. When I still remained silent, he carried on “the vendor must not know you’re from the castle or have any connections with us. All you’re permitted to say is that you need an enchanted blade for protection. There’s a chance he would bring out the specific blade I seek with the rest of his collection. You would purchase the blade and return to the castle. If the blade is not among the pile he displays to you, press further and if he does not give in, purchase