Void Blade Novels & Stories

It was a High-Frequency Blade. "Game Over," Julian whispered, the red light reflecting in the ice. "Begin... The Harvest."

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

A broken blade appeared in front of him, and it was surrounded by a dark gray mist. The broken blade had dark red runes around it that glowed faintly. There was a strange form of energy to it. Fane attacked so quickly that those two did not have the time to react at all. He pushed forward, and the Broken Soul Blade immediately rushed into the cyclone with imperious force.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

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!”