Novel & Cerita The Way Of The Blade

The chain was revealed to be attached to his giant naked blade, and he spun his weapon around like a heavy pendulum on a rope. "Great, now he has a weapon." Minos remarked, before letting loose another arrow. Nymgos's chain and blade easily knocked the projectile off its course. He spun his weapon a few more times and tossed it towards Minos and Rei who both managed to dodge out of the way. The blade scraped along the tiled roof top, sending sparks in all directions. The big drow yanked on the chain and swung it to the side, sending the blade towards Otheric.

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Rather he and his men saved her. Bright light flooded the room and Rosy pulled the duvet down to see a very furious Sergio glaring down at her. “What happened? Who was that?” She stammered at him. Instead of answering, he withdrew a military knife from his waistband. Still staring hard at Rosy, he slid it across his palm and Rosy gasped in terror. She tried scrambling away from him but he was faster. He caught her by wrist and in one swift motion sliced her palm, droplets of her blood ruining the bed covers.

Matrix’s POV The wardline pulsed behind me, low and steady, like a second heartbeat I didn’t want. I spat blood into the gorse and watched it bead bright in the rain before the mud swallowed it. Shoulder burned, thigh leaking, nose broken. Every breath whistled. Silver’s blade had kissed deep enough to hum. I’d bled across three continents for less cause, but she always made it personal.

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."

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.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

She fought like a wolf—elusive, patient, aiming for tendons and openings. Clack. Clack. THUMP. She landed a solid blow on his ribs. He returned one on her shoulder that numbed her arm for a second. They broke apart, breathing harder now, a new respect dawning in the space between them. This was no longer a test. It was a conversation. Their blades spoke a language of feints, parries, and counters. He learned she favored her left side when tiring. She learned he had a tells when he was about to lunge. They were evenly matched in skill, but differently schooled. His was the art of the duel. Hers was the art of the kill.