Babe Blades Novels & Stories

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

He screamed out as his blood wet his pants, and without another breath, she did the same to his left knee, and she got the second baby blade this time, sinking the two repeatedly into his knees till they're in shreds. The cries coming from the rest of the bouncers drowned his own as Sylvester and Jaemin served them steamy plates of pains too. Toyota sank her nails into his knees immediately, pulling out his kneecaps as promised, and his head fell back, hitting the ground as a sonorous cry of agony left his mouth. "How cute" Toyota laughed, admiring the caps as his blood shimmered on his face. She threw them away and got her blades of pains again, sinking them into his eyes.

Gabi commanded. “I… I… want to… talk to… Antony.” She stuttered out before focusing back on the wall instead of Gabi. “Shit. I don’t know how she is doing it. But she is ignoring the command. Levi, use your spiral knife. Left thigh.” Gabi said nodding to me. Sighing, I looked at my bag and pulled out one of my favorite knives. It was a 10’ long spiral Damascus steel blade that could wreak havoc on a body. It hurt like hell going into the body, but hurt a great deal more coming out.

A massive Golden Baboon with six arms and huge fangs resembling chilling machetes moved forward to ram against Black Lightning. Ding Hao rushed toward the Golden Baboon without dodging. Just when he was about to reach the baboon, he gripped one of Black Lightning's front bumpers, pulling out a silver bumper with a backhand. A cold light burst out. It turned out to be a long gigantic sword.

Imelda’s POV I immediately recognised the dagger in Gabe as one of the thirteen I created many, many years ago. He has no idea how fortunate he is that I was there to remove it. Nuntius blades are connected to their creator and whomever they wish to receive the message inside and only they can remove it from a body. It sounds barbaric now but back when the witch hunts were at their peak they became a life line for so many of us. The way a Nuntius blade works is simple but effective. Not every witch has the necessary powers to create such an intricate and complex tool and as far as I’m aware there were only a handful of us, from the most powerful covens, who successfully used them.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

The main blade split into three pieces; one flew straight ahead and the two at a slight angle on each side. Aki knew she wasn’t fast enough to stop all three blades. They seemed to fly at her in slow motion as adrenalin surged in her bloodstream. Still, her fingers reflexively switched on the bō staff and started to spin it in front of her like a windmill even as the wood projected out of the handle. To her surprise, all three blades not only deflected but also shattered upon impact. Ironically, it was the blades that looked like wood passing through a buzzsaw.

I could see our father standing next to Ava. The drums played, signifying the start of our match, and before I could do anything, a portal opened up behind me as Atlas appeared, attempting to stab me with the king's sword, but luckily, I was fast enough to dodge it. I could hear the crowd gasping. I drew my double blades I had gotten from the armory. Blades were forbidden in the arena, but a dragon never plays fair on the battlefield, and I knew he would use every advantage he could get. That's why the blades I used were dipped in neon liquid at the tip of the blade. One cut into a vein, and he would be weak. One through his heart, and he is dead. He charged at me with the king's sword, with