Void Blade Novels & Stories

The sword was not heavy and was considered light compared to other legendary swords, but it had a slightly thicker blade. “Hmm… Maybe those stories might be real.” After inspecting the sword carefully, Delainey said, “A mysterious material is covering the blade of the sword. If I remember correctly, you’ll need to concentrate True Energy to break the cast covering the sword.” “Is that so?” James muttered doubtfully. “Yes, it is. You should give it a try, Mr. Caden.” Delainey passed the Blade of Justice back to James. James took the sword and activated Heavenly Breath.

Linne asked, turning to look at the brigade member. “That’s the Death Spell, ‘Vindblad Aluterra’,” the girl named Lena answered. “Vindblad Aluterra?” “A Spell that only wind magical girls with sharp weapons can use. The magic is able to change air particles into wind blades,” Lena explained. “If she manages to stick her dagger into the ground, then all life on the surface of Planet Kamina could be torn apart by the wind blade. We’ll all be finished,” she continued. “WHAT?”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Lord Red Cloud suddenly stopped laughing and, in an unexpected move, threw three shining blades at Kiran, which caught him by surprise. "Kiran, be careful!" shouted the people from Dragonsland instinctively. Kiran didn’t move but watched the approaching spinning blades. These blades were shaped like five-pointed stars, each tip a curved, razor-sharp edge. The three blades attacked from different angles—one directly aimed at the forehead. This way, the person who was attacked would suffer attacks from three directions. Any hit from these blades would be fatal.

Blade laughs. " Can't believe I came all the way here for this shit,"

Moon-forged silver, blessed by starlight and bound in bone. With a single motion, Veyra pulled the blade free—and drove it into his gut.

The blade gleamed as she prepared to bring it down. "Goodbye, Miranda."

Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

It was a razor-thin, horizontal disc of absolute sub-spatial friction, hovering exactly four feet off the ground, stretching across the entire width of the avenue. The Prime Forge didn't slow down. Its automated Founder AI didn't recognize the sub-ether anomaly as a physical threat. The massive war machine rolled directly into the Phase-Blade at forty miles an hour. The sound was indescribablea horrific, screeching howl of heavy durasteel being unwritten from reality. The Phase-Blade didn't cut the Forge; it deleted the molecular bonds of anything that passed through it. The Forge’s massive front treads hit the blade and were instantly severed.