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.

He was running through the thick, dark forest surrounded by nothing, but danger and right now he was being hunted. Rushing along the path while holding on to a delicate armament, ain’t a joke but, when it’s something you risked it all for, it’s worth it. "Don’t let him get out of sight!” A shout echoed through, that nearly shuddered him. He was fast, but he had to take the lead, being caught by the soldiers meant nothing but trouble. After entering a denser region of the forest, he used one of his exclusive skills. ‘Stealth’, and he vanished. “What the hell? Where did he go! Find him!” He could see those soldiers conversing from a few branches above. Climbing that fast certainly helped him well. Now he had to wait for them to scatter away, which they did in just a while allowing him to escape. Entering a castle certainly proved to be a difficult task, but to him, it was just a daily routine. He walked right through the castle halls and entered a seemingly familiar room. “Alas! finally, there’s no one on my back!” He thought, letting out a sigh of relief he entered the room but was caught off-guard as he was pinned by a girl, young and beautiful but rather stronger than him. “Got you, Prince!”

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.

Beelze finds himself reincarnated into a new world born as a rare species of demon - the devilkin. His shock didn't end there as he awakens a system that allows him to manipulate souls to achieve reality warping abilities.  Join Beelze in his journey to the top of the demon race hierarchy as he faces adversaries and challenges alike. 

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?

“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.

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.

For three years, Zion Blade was nothing more than a despised son-in-law, sacrificing his own company to build his wife's company while someone else took the credit. Then he caught his wife cheating. She divorced him without a second thought, convinced she had finally gotten rid of the useless man who was now beneath her. But the moment Zion walked away, an overseas call changed everything. **“Young Master Blade, your grandfather is waiting for you.”**

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 ...