The Silent Blade Novels & Stories

It coalesced into a faceless humanoid wielding twin blades of pure void-psionic energy. This was a "Silencer"—the most terrifying abyssal assassin under the Devourer’s command. It had no heartbeat, no soul, and was deployed exclusively to eliminate high-value scientific targets. Its single objective: erase the Millers, destroy the Origin Blood stabilizer, and sever Earth’s hope. "Target acquired," the Silencer broadcasted via a raspy consciousness wave. Its psionic blade swung silently toward the back of Dr. James's neck. CLANG! A deafening explosion of metal on metal rang out.

However, it was too late! I looked up just in time to see Hale’s sword driving toward me, the blade glowing with fire, dark magic coiling around it like living flames. He laughed with triumph. “Say goodbye to the world, Cassian.” As the blade rushed closer, instinct took over me. I raised my arm, bracing myself to block the strike with my arm, waiting for silver to burn through my flesh. But that agony never came! BOOM. The moment the blade reached me, a violent burst of white light detonated between us, the force ripping through the air like a divine shockwave. Hale was flung backward with a tortured scream, his body slamming into the ground hard enough to crack stone.

" Silence fell on the other side of the camera. I gave a wry smile and picked up my tray to continue working. It wasn't until 2:00 am that I dragged my exhausted body out through the bar's front door. The woman approached me again. "Julian, do you need the money because you're in some kind of trouble? I might be able to help you." The moment I looked up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. A cry of alarm came from behind the camera. "Julian!"

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

"That was good. I didn't even know that fighting can be so much fun. " "If you don't get any heavy blows, it's really fun, but if you're half beaten and you can barely move, it's different." Luke said and lay down on the mat. "And if a knife is stuck in your leg it will definitely hurt terribly." Said Liam. "Yes, knives hurt." Josh said and showed them a scar on his stomach. “You got stabbed too? Why have you never said anything about it? " "I didn't want to scare you and it wasn't really that bad, a few stitches, the wound was closed and I was the same again."

A knife. She felt it slice her back again and again. Her breath became ragged. She didn’t want to pass out now. Not when Bryan was not yet safe. After the fourth slice, she finally had the chance to breathe. She gritted her teeth but the pain in her back now was way past endurance. She was strong, yes, but this was just too much. “This will keep you off my path at least for the next few years. See you next time, bitch.” Yolanda said, entering her car. Lauren could only stare at the cars driving off as the tears that formed her eyes dropped

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

The chamber trembled as Elior steadied himself, the Veilblade pulsing in his grasp like a living entity. The whispers, once distant, now screamed inside his mind. His vision blurred, shadows creeping at the edges of his sight. Sienna’s hand on his arm grounded him, but the sword refused to let go. From the darkness, something stirred. A figure emerged—tattered robes, hollow eyes, a presence older than time. It did not walk; it glided, the air warping around it.

"Contain the asset. Use the 'Null-Chains.' And take my daughter to the 'Recovery Suite.' We need to harvest the rest of that root." "NO!" Silas roared. He lunged for my mother, his obsidian blades appearing in his hands with a sound like a thunderclap. But the soldiers didn't fire bullets. They fired **"Logic-Dampeners."** A wave of blue light hit Silas, and he fell to his knees, his blades dissolving into smoke. He let out a sound of pure agony as the "Null-Chains" wrapped around his neck, the metal glowing with a frequency that "Countered" his existence.

When Crystal entered the room reserved for them by Maddison she saw that Blade was still inside and they seemed to be talking about something. Crystal didn't hear what they were talking about because they became silent once she got inside as well. Before Blade came out, Crystal followed him with sharp glances. Blade didn't look at Crystal and looked just straight at him until he got out of the door. Silence narrowly enveloped the inner of the room after Blade came out. Both Maddison and Crystal are skeptical of the moves they will make.