Void Blade Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

The Void pulsed with a dark rhythm, as if it had a heartbeat of its own. Shattered fragments of impossible worlds spun and collided, twisting gravity and time into chaotic spirals. Every step Seraphine took felt heavier, as though the universe itself was trying to push her back into nothingness. The Blade of Origin glowed like molten silver in her hands. Its light reflected the bond she shared with the immortal beside her a living tether that held them steady against the impossible forces pressing from all sides.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*

Blair screamed, feeling the heat of their bond stoking a blaze within her. But as they started to sense the warmth of triumph, the cold voice of the dark figure resounded everywhere around them. The shadows surged forward, ready to swallow them once more—You believe you can get away my grasp? You're all fools. Kade yelled, his grasp constricting around Blair's hand as they confronted the advancing wave of darkness. "Stay united!" The darkness closed in and blair experienced a surge of terror. Fearing the darkness would tear them apart, she yelled, "Kade, what if we can't hold on?" running.

It might not be enough to kill him, but it would be more than capable of inflicting pain on him. “But as I’ve said, it doesn’t matter anymore. This world shall know total annihilation, and you’ll be the sole witness of what’s to come.” Then there was a rumbling sound, as though giants were roaming among the land, pounding their thick feet, followed by a long streak of purple light. A bitter smile curved her lips. A thousand spears quite the same as the one that struck Blame appeared from Dark’s swirling shadow. Her breathing was starting to be unstable, her body becoming numb as the wind became colder.

If he personally witnesses it, Chris would definitely not let Luther off… He might even attack Luther right away! The two in the isolated space could not hear the discussions outside at all. At that moment, Luther was not willing to waste any more time. He wanted to cripple Fane first before bringing him somewhere safe to be properly tortured! Luther laughed coldly and narrowed his eyes. His hands constantly moved with the two swords, shooting out many slashes. The Absolute Darkness Blade was black as ink, while the Absolute Light Blade glowed like it was reflecting the sun. Two different energies were constantly released by the blades, and the slashes merely stopped in the air, not rushing

“I won’t let the darkness use me again.” Together, the three of them stood against Cole’s father, a small, fragile line between the world and eternal darkness. He advanced slowly, the Blade of Annihilation humming with power, and Cole knew they couldn’t win in a straight fight. He needed to find a way to reach the man inside the shadow—to remind him of who he really was.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.