Blade And Soul Fanfiction

Blake is as useless as a one-leg chair. A leech, who feasts off his wife's family wealth. That is exactly how everyone sees him. To his wife– he's just the ordinary husband she married out of love, clinging to the hope that he's going to become someone better but things seem to be getting worse. Maybe Blake is really a bad luck as they claim, a paper umbrella in a hurricane and they keep ringing it in her ear to divorce him. Jemina faces daily humiliations from her family and she's always reminded of how Blade has caused her career to plummet into the mud. On Patriarch Walter's birthday, Blade interrupted the mood, asking for $20,000 to save his grandmother but he was casted aside and told only if he'll divorce Jemina which he won't do. Jemina secretly gave him the money but on his way to the hospital, he was attacked and beaten to the point of death. Before he black out– DING! CASHFLOW SYSTEM ACTIVATED.

By night, the frozen kingdom of Vatala is a realm of terror, where legends feed on fear and blood. Axil and Faris are lured by duty into ancient shadows of deception and madness. The icy chill of dread howls as cursed Vikings ravage the western sea, a knight cloaked in dispair transverses the twisted Forrest and a black blade echoes chaos. Thundering horse hooves, the clang of rusty chains, a stench of scorched blood – all evil began as something else...

Jason never sought power, legacy, or immortality. Yet when an ancient sword awakens—one that predates names, fate, and even history—it chooses him. Severed from the world by forces that fear what they cannot control, Jason becomes something unprecedented: a bearer without identity, unclaimed by karma, unseen by destiny. Cultivation sects hunt him. Ancient watchers observe him. And the blade within him stirs with a hunger that once erased its previous wielder from existence itself.

Left for dead and betrayed by his team, Kaelen awakens in a world that feels like the game he once knew—Glory’s Grace. Wounded but unbroken, he faces the Trial of Death where beasts lurk, treasures shine, and every choice means life or death. With only a crimson glove, a healing ring, and his will to survive, Kaelen begins his second life. This time, he won’t just endure—he’ll rise, level by level, from the weak left behind to the blade of the God of War.

He died saving a stranger—and awoke in a world ruled by monsters, magic, and endless war. Now, armed with a blade that burns with forgotten fire and hunted by forces older than gods, Adam must rise from nothing. But the power stirring inside him hungers… and not all who awaken survive what they become. In a kingdom where strength is law and beasts wear crowns, one man’s rebirth may spark salvation—or doom. He wasn’t just reincarnated. He was being summoned.

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

Within a world firmly under the dominion of the Blade family, a formidable lineage renowned for their mastery of the sword, a saga unfolds—'Rising of the Blind Swordsman'. In the corridors of power, where prowess, strength, and dominance dictate one's worth, emerges a protagonist unlike any other. Archon Blade, the youngest scion of this esteemed dynasty, finds himself shackled by an undeniable truth: he is bereft of the remarkable talents and robust physique that have come to define his kin. Born blind, Archon faces the crushing weight of his family's expectations, as his mere existence threatens to tarnish their illustrious reputation. Yet, despite the odds stacked against him, he refuses to succumb to despair. With unwavering determination, he embarks on a treacherous journey, driven by an unshakeable belief that hard work and relentless effort will pave the way to redemption. But destiny, it seems, is a ruthless mistress. As Archon is exiled from his ancestral home at the tender age of twenty-five, his world descends into an abyss of uncertainty. Fuelled by a potent mix of heartache and resentment, he vows to transform his weakness into unparalleled strength—enough to overshadow even the mightiest Blades. Thus begins an extraordinary odyssey—the rise of a blind swordsman, shunned by his own blood, yet driven by an unquenchable thirst for power and recognition. This is a riveting tale of resilience and audacity, where Archon's unwavering spirit clashes against the very fabric of his lineage and the immutable hand of fate. With each step he takes, he defies the limits imposed upon him, defying conventions and challenging destiny itself.

A transmigrator from another world is transmigrated into the late years of the Tang Dynasty. He was given a system that enables him to learn martial arts quickly. Swinging the three feet blade to wash the dust of the mortal world. The world is unpredictable and time is ruthless. Tears and blood were shed by heroic men and women. Warriors died in battles. Swordsmen lost lives for their path. What a spectacular way to spend a life! Drink the strongest liquor, love the prettiest person, watching the ocean wide and the cloud high as the wave rises Meet heroes and fight for your martial path. This is Jianghu! This is Wulin!

Isaac knew he had to end the fight as soon as he saw this.He aimed his knife at his attacker with the last of his energy.A piercing ache ran through the warrior's body as the blade sunk into his body.The warrior's hand was gripping the handle that protruded between his lower ribs when he looked down at his abdomen.They both fell to the ground together.Despite his pain, Isaac, who was aware of his destiny, did not fear.He began to laugh with what little air he had left, and as his life dwindled, he said, "I will return..."

I have trusted people I shouldn't have. Loved a girl who betrayed my trust. My so-called friends joined my enemies and killed my people. They all played me like a fool. But now, life has given me a second chance and I wield my blade in blood and vengeance. They will all suffer a fate worst than death and pain will accompany them for the rest of their lives. May the gods guide my mission and protect my people for hell will be unleash if I ever lose them again... ~Gudmund Hávarðr (The Crown Prince of Krudak Kingdom)