Void Blade Novels & Stories

He smiled at her, but it appeared to be a mocking smile from afar. Asking, 'Is that all you got?' Her grip becomes tighter. [BLADE LAW] On her other hand, a blade appeared. The blade on her right was burning red, but the new blade appeared to be burning with a bluish flame. She should just give it her all in a situation like this where she doesn't know what to do. {Blade Law (Epic Rank)- According to heaven's law, if the first sword misses, the second sword is a sure hit. Until the skill expires, the user gains Sword Aura.}

Alright, what a pain. “One second.” I opened my skill window and started scrolling. “Blade… blade… Oh, here it is.” [WIND BLADE]. Generic skill. I’ve seen this skill in a lot of animes and manga. But the upside is, I know exactly how this works. I clicked on the skill and motioned my hand at the chieftain. He was busy fighting with the human group that he didn’t notice us up here. “Wind blade.” Then I made a slashing motion, while imagining my blade to cut the chieftain’s head.

One weapon accomplished, imbue blade strength success. Tink! State blade release. Name : blade Strength : 10 "What a miracle." The leader didn't consult, he knows the conversation between elder 1 and Cleo Nie. Before Xiao Wan gives the blade, everyone already lines up to make a request. "I want a sword." "You rejected before." "You missed hearing." "Your blind indeed." "I want a knife." "I need a girlfriend." "Bro, you older enough." "This is blacksmith!" "Damn!" "What do you expect with the plan?" The leader sigh, prepare some excuse.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

The Anatomy of the Thermal-Resonance Blade I began the process with the precision of a surgeon. I laid my obsidian blade—the one that had tasted the blood of the Shadow Alpha—onto the stone table. Using a laser-scalpel from my kit, I carved a hollow channel down the center of the blade, exactly where the 'blood groove' would be. "Leo, Ace... I need you," I called out. The boys stepped forward. They had been training with the Cinder-children, learning how to pull heat from the air without burning their lungs. Ace’s hands were already glowing a deep, volcanic red, while Leo stood as the anchor, his golden aura acting as a containment field.

The blades still have their guards on, pale blue rubber, the color I picked when I was fourteen because Leona said pick something neutral and I picked that instead, some small rebellion I can barely remember now. I stand there looking at them. The urge that moves through me is physical before it's anything else. A muscle memory so deep it lives in my bones. The weight I know. The way the boot settles around the ankle after years of fitting itself to that specific shape, molding to every curve and hollow. The slight forward lean of the blade that always felt like being already in motion, like flying before you'd even pushed off. The fear arrives right behind it, sharp and immediate. What if m

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha

The world exploded into scent and sound and raw power. When the shift was complete, Blade stood there, massive and panting. But his eyes, when I looked through them, were not the chaotic red-blue of the curse. They were a clear, focused, burning hazel. My hazel. I looked down at the map clenched carefully in his teeth. Then I looked north, towards the distant, jagged line of the Seven Mountains on the horizon. With a powerful thrust of his hind legs, Blade launched forward. Not in a destructive rage, but in a single-minded, world-eating sprint. We were a black arrow shot from a bow, tearing through the forest, driven by one thought, one hope, one deadline.

of the Tuning Forks was instantly neutralized, the energy grounded through the salt-mist and the Blade’s obsidian core. ​The Apostles stumbled, their fiber-optic robes short-circuiting in a shower of violet sparks. ​Kael didn't stop. He sprinted past them, reaching the main drive-shaft. It was a pillar of solid steel, three feet thick, spinning with enough force to grind a mountain to dust. ​"This is going to hurt," Kael muttered. ​He raised the Hush-Blade and brought it down on the spinning steel.