Void Blade Novels & Stories

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.

"The full moon gatherings are boring without you." I smiled, hugging her tightly. "I promise. I’ll come visit… and maybe this time, I’ll actually keep up with the dancing." Just then, Blade walked up, a small carved wooden wolf cradled in his hand. "I made this for you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "It’s from our training ground tree. A reminder that strength doesn’t always come from muscle." I accepted the gift gently, my fingers tracing the intricate details. "Thank you, Blade. It’s beautiful. Tell Selena and little Marian I’ll miss them too."

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Blade threw another stone into the water, but this time it didn’t feel playful. His arm around me was tighter than before, like he was holding something fragile he was afraid to lose. “You remember when I told you I loved someone” Blade said slowly. “But she got claimed by someone more powerful than me?” I blinked. “Yes I remember.” My voice came out softer than I expected. Blade didn’t look at me immediately. He picked up a small stone, rolled it between his fingers, then threw it far into the lake.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

The blade itself was crafted from what looked like obsidian, a material that seemed to absorb the light around it. As I stared at the weapon, I couldn't help but marvel at its artistry. The blade was adorned with symbols that I didn't recognize, a language of magic that spoke to something primal deep within me. The hilt, too, was a thing of wonder, decorated with delicate carvings of wolves that snarled and bared their teeth with a savage grace.

He walked toward me. He was holding a large plate of banana split ice cream that had too many scoops on it. "Eighteen scoops for your eighteenth year." He bit back a smile. "I know you don't like celebrating your birthday and I—I apologize if this is out of line. I just thought—I could do something small that maybe your mom would have done for you. I'm sure she's looking down here right now and giving me a thumbs up for this, Bloom." I couldn't help the grin that stretched across my face, my eyes lighting up. I laughed. "Zac—you did not have to do this. Eighteen scoops is a lot."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Max stupidly asks him. "Sorry, BroMax, seems you're glitching, you're breaking up, I can't talk to you right now, bad signal," Troy responds in haste before getting up and walking over to Simo to order his favorite ice cream -- 'bland' flavored ice cream, his words, definitely not mine. Max shakes his head before glancing at Bell and I in bewilderment. "Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?"