Blade And Soul Fanfiction

Once known as the Shadow Blade, the empire’s deadliest swordsman, Kael Voss was betrayed by the people he protected and left for dead. Ten years later, he returns under a new name, carrying a blade that should not exist. Hunted by the Blade Registry, hunted by old enemies, and hunted by the truth of his own past, Kael must decide whether to remain a ghost… or become the storm that ends an empire. Every swing of his sword writes a new legend. Every secret he uncovers cuts deeper than steel.

Their battle had been long enough, there was still no word to give up. Two rulers who have opposing powers and have different personalities, each time their swords collide will produce bright light mixed with dark sparks. It's a phenomenon that people under the clouds see are amazed, but it doesn't leave an impression of horror that always surrounds the body. The battle they did began to find the point of who the winner. Inshisura accidentally let his guard down which ended up making a single stab of the sword enter his body, he was pushed down and hit the ground.

The kingdom of Arvendral has fallen in a single night of fire and betrayal. The royal banners burn, the people scatter, and the once-proud throne is drowned in shadows. Amid the chaos, a young warrior discovers the Blade of Kings—a weapon whispered to carry the soul of every ruler who ever wielded it. But the blade is not a gift. It is a curse. With each swing, it feeds on his spirit, binding his fate to a destiny he does not understand. To survive, he must choose: embrace the weapon’s dark hunger, or risk watching the last fragments of his world vanish forever. Allies may be traitors, enemies may hold the truth, and every choice cuts deeper than steel. With war rising on every horizon, he carries the weight of a broken kingdom—and the knowledge that even heroes can become monsters. The battle is not for victory. It is for the soul of the fallen kingdom.

They didn't see it coming, none of them did. The Wayne family got into an 'accident' years ago, the plan was simple. All of them had to die. Unfortunately, one survived and he's back for revenge. The question is will he get his revenge or will he fail?

The rain had been falling on Moonveil City since dawn, running in silver threads down the tiled roofs, spilling from gutters into the crooked alleys. The sky was low and iron-grey, heavy enough to press against the tower-tops of the Martial Regulation Bureau. Inside the courtyard of the Moonveil District Arms Hall, Kael Ruan stood in silence, a new-issued badge in his hand. He was twenty-four, too young, too brash, they’d said, yet here he was, sworn as the youngest Arms Keeper in the city’s history. His mentor, Master Renji, watched from the covered steps, eyes narrowed as if weighing more than just the rain. [Silent Oath System Activated] Oath Energy: 0/100 Core Blade Slots: Shadowsteel (Locked), Frostvein (Locked), Dawnpiercer (Locked) Techniques: Oath Cut (Locked), Sword Recall (Locked) The voice cold, ringing inside his skull had woken with his oath to defend the district. It spoke without warmth, without mercy. It offered strength in exchange for vows sworn before witnesses. But the warning was clear: break an oath, and the System would take more than power from him.

“Stormbearer,” the whispers call, trailing Kael Dorian through the fractured kingdom of Valtheris. A mercenary scarred by war, he wields the Stormreaver Blade—a cursed relic forged from a god’s bones, its power tearing at his soul. A blood-sealed decree binds him to Serenya Nightfall, an exiled princess whose hidden bloodline could unlock the Celestial Gates… or unleash their doom. Hunted by the fanatical Veilborn and shadowed by warlords craving his blade, Kael battles a storm within that threatens to consume him. Serenya, fierce and defiant, holds secrets that could shatter empires—or save them. Together, they face assassins, forbidden magic, and a prophecy that entwines their fates in love and chaos. As tempests rage and gods stir, one truth burns: the Stormreaver doesn’t just kill. It carves destinies. And some fates are written in blood.

A legendary general, once a master of war, finds himself reincarnated as a simple village butcher. While he yearns for peace, his ingrained combat muscle memory turns every chop of meat into a legendary sword technique, leading the world to mistake him for a retired grandmaster of the blade.

I am Theodore, a man who was born in a high modern era. An era in which everyone could dwell in a new world, the world of a virtual reality (VR) games. Four years ago, a VR game called "New Life" was developed and soon became popular around the world. In this "New Life", magic, different kinds of monsters, and even various races from myths existed. I enjoyed so much that I only rested 2 hours a day. However, one day, the developer passed away, and the server was eventually shutdown. Just as every gamer like me was desperate to death, something unbelievable happened ...

In the wake of a devastating plague that claimed the lives of 95% of Umbravale's inhabitants, Kieran Nyxshade returns from his grandmother's house to a city in ruins, his parents among the casualties. At 17, the time has come for Kieran to awaken his magical powers, but instead of a blessing, he is bestowed with a cursed ability—the power of a Revenant. Haunted by loss and fueled by a desire for justice, Kieran discovers the orchestrator of the mysterious plague. Determined to vanquish the restless souls and confront the cruel princes of Valorthorn Kingdom, he embarks on a journey where alliances are fragile, and the line between darkness and heroism blurs. Can Kieran harness his newfound power to reshape the fate of Varidianth Kingdom, or will the shadows consume him in his quest for vengeance?

The gods were an interesting aspect to every human's fundamental awakening. The gods had to fight themselves, for a chance to be given to every mortals. Those with exceptional talent will awaken, while those that lacks it will have to wait till the next conflict of gods. However this conflict happens to be a very special one since the five primordial gods of all existence where preying on one of their very own kind all because his soul had absorbed all of the godliness in existence and will likely be the only god strong enough to stop other gods. So... they decided to have him give up his power. Who would have expected that Azarax, the god of Chaos will be able to play the strings of fate like he owned them, controlling events like they were his own. Azarax broke his soul into three parts. One part was sent to a dying child's body... the very heir of chaos. A bullied child who had been injected with a heart seeker by the bullies just to end his life. Fortunately for Rime Havan, he fused with chaos God, awakening something very terrifying. Azarax would have simply sent the other two parts to Rime, but it would be very easy for the five other gods to recognize it because it would be too strong. So... the second part, he buried at the bottom of the sea and the third part, he erased for the time being. Now as the new Heir, Rime will have to find all fragments and inherit the true power of chaos.