Void Blade Novels & Stories

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

Blade laughs, pulling the bottle from my lips. I clench my teeth against the burn, making a strange noise at the base of my throat, and I lean too far back. Gasping, I teeter, almost tipping the plank of wood. I grip the rope in my right hand and Blade swears, wrapping an arm around my waist, spilling vodka down his pants. Somehow, he manages to stabilize us. And I straighten myself, feeling like an idiot.

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.

I remove it from its sheath to see silver runes near the hilt, reading prosperity and protection in elvish. “These are elven blades made with wind and fire elements in the blades and wood. These would fit well with Anna’s fighting style,” I say to Aias as he comes up next to me. “Would you like to get them for her?” Aias asks lifting the bo staff and inspecting the middle. I look over at him and see the seam in the middle of the staff. “Oh it can be separated,” I say placing the short sword back and walking to Aias and the bo staff.

And a scroll, written in the old tongue. The seeress gasped. “This is the blade of the First Alpha. It can sever bonds not even death can hold.” Aria picked up the blade, feeling its power course through her. She looked at Kael, her voice steady. “This is how we end it.”

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

Just me, silence, and a truth I couldn’t outrun. The blade was where I’d left it. Carefully hidden beneath a false floor tile and shrouded with cloth enchanted to dampen aura bleed. It wasn’t a standard weapon. This one had been gifted to me after the hybrid trials. Blood-forged. Custom-coded to react to the specific fingerprint of my aura signature. One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.

Michael said coldly, "The Blade of the Rising Sun contains the condensation of the heavenly flames. It does not visibly burn, but anything that comes into contact with the blade will evaporate in the blink of an eye without even leaving any ashes behind. Are you ready to meet your doom?" "No," Wilbur said calmly. Michael roared furiously. "Take this!" He ducked to the side, swinging the Blade of the Rising Sun towards Wilbur. Wilbur darted away, moving about ten meters to the side. The spot where he had been standing erupted with a loud boom. Countless black cracks appeared within a ten-meter radius of the space. Wilbur frowned. The Blade of the Rising Sun seemed to be capable of disintegrat