The Silent Blade Novels & Stories

Silent's voice resonates with authority. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I speak in a nervous tone. "Silent, I need your help. I have a problem that needs to be taken care of discreetly." Silent's confident tone cuts through the air, "Tell me more. I specialize in solving problems of all kinds." Silent leads me through the darkness into an abandoned warehouse, shrouded in secrecy. We approach a group of men, their presence exuding danger and capability. Silent's voice cuts through the silence as he introduces each man to me. Blade, Viper, and Reaper, the best in their field. They possess skills that leave no trace behind.

Her venomous voice mixed with the surrounding, echoing all around me. I blinked hard, trying to focus, but the heat only worsened. The air suddenly felt like I couldn't get enough air. whatever was happening to me… it was becoming worse that i could handle. “Lior… what’s happening to me?” But I didn't get any reply, The Silent Dancer appeared in front of me like a beautiful devil, her blade glinting in the moonlight for a brief second before it struck down in a deadly one time strike, meant to kill.

In its right hand summed a huge, bi-edged blade of pure, white Plasma. The guard of the core. That thing didn't freak out. It moved completely silent and with a precision, that took my breath. It lifted up the plasma blade and rushed right onto me. “Jada! Cover!” Silas shouted from his terminal. I threw myself back on the ground, right at the moment when the plasma blade swept over me and the thick cooling tube behind me with a loud cliche

Such a sly one she is. Silent blade…! In my squatting position, I swung my blade diagonally upwards. I was expecting it to hit something hard— maybe her invisible armour. Yet— “!!?” —there’s nothing. Not even the slightest resistance of cutting through snow or ice. Instantly, I switched my focus on my ears, but I hear nothing. I tried to feel the slightest heat from my hands, but there’s nothing but cold air. This can’t be. My guess was wrong…? Could she really be on the right…? Or maybe… she just moved…?

The silver blade of the "System Dagger" did not draw blood when it struck Kaelen; it drew "Static." The moment the tip of the weapon made contact with the boy’s chest, the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep exploded in a flurry of grey, redacted pixels. Kaelen let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand glass bells shattering, but his body didn't fall. It "Lacked."

"This sword technique is silent, as if the player in the darkness can only display its real power at the moment of explosion. Then it should be called Blade of Silence!" Blade of Silence! It had the destructive power beyond that of Lightning Sword Skill, and it was faster and stranger. It was even stronger than the destructive power of the Lightning Chopping. The only defect was that the Silent Blade could only attack in a straight line and could not change its direction. This was the same as Lightning Sword Skill. However, what Zephyr Khan was pursuing now was this powerful destructive power.

Every soul who had tried and failed. Or succeeded. At the edge of the molten bridge ahead stood the altar. There it was. The Stone Blade. It hovered above a black pedestal, suspended by nothing but its own weight of meaning. It glowed not with light, but with silence—perfect stillness in a world of fire. It had no hilt, only stone molded for her palm, and a jagged edge that looked as if it had been pulled from the core of the moon itself. The voice of the Guardian boomed once more across the chamber: "To wield the blade, you must be willing to lose all you love."

“Claudia will not stop until she makes me part of the weapon she forges. I cannot wait for her to strike. I must hold the truth myself.” Alexander looked at her for a long moment, then kissed her hand gently. “Then we will carry it together.” Outside, the wind rose, rattling the windows with the sound of branches clawing against glass. Evelyn stood at the balcony, looking over the city lights. Somewhere across the continent, Claudia Moreau was gathering fragments of the past and sharpening them into a blade. Evelyn whispered to herself, “Let her build it. We will be ready when she draws it.”

Hence when he had told them to leave, they didn’t want to as they wanted to infiltrate the Silent Moon pack and somehow it seemed that they thought they could fight the workers there and then enter without a fight. Just some wild thoughts they could have after knowing that the Silent moon was one of the biggest and tightest packs to have had that kind of thoughts. He couldn’t let them walk away; he just saw each rogue as Derrick and just wanted them to feel pain same as Nathalia had felt those pains.

I was trying to break free from the invisible restraint holding me back. The crescent mark on my forehead flickered erratically. The wolf fang pendant floating before my chest trembled violently, as if battling some unknown force. Just as a blade was about to pierce Jamie's chest, it hit me that my power wasn't spiraling out of control. Someone was using dark magic to interfere with my bloodline awakening. I heard the sickening sound of steel cutting flesh. My eyes widened, but then I saw Jamie using the last of his strength to turn. The blade missed his heart, but it carved a deep gash into his arm. Blood started gushing out again.