Battle Blades Novels & Stories

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

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

Every laugh felt sharp, every glance like a hand grabbing at me. And then Blake called my name. Just one word, rough and low, but enough to make my feet move toward him. He handed me a rag, nodded at the chrome of his bike. “Keep your hands busy. Easier that way.” It was the same as yesterday. And he was right—it helped. With the rag in my hand, the world quieted a little. No one bothered me when I was working. They looked, but they didn’t push. Blake made sure of that.

The ripping away of her jeans followed his statement as he now stared down at her shirt. Kanda’s chest was heaving with her panicked breathing. He cannot be serious! He HAS done gone plumb crazy! He titled his head as though an idea just came to him. Then he dropped the scissors to the floor. Reaching down, he grabbed a good amount of shirt in his fist and tugged it completely from her body. A satisfied look then came over his face. “I always wanted to try that. It was a lot easier than I thought. Just like, how is it you would put it? ‘Like a hot knife through butter’.”

Even if Tobiro wasn’t able to win, he would still die with Harvey—for sure! Alani bit her lip, thinking that things wouldn’t end up as simple as she thought. Shinsuke squinted at Harvey; he needed to figure out Harvey’s movements, no matter what. After all, he believed that he was the strongest fighter out of everyone here. Under Alani and the others’ excited looks, Tobiro finally appeared in front of Harvey. “Let me explain, Harvey! “My blade is named the Blizzard Hell! When I became famous, the princess of the royal family gave this to me! Anyone should be honored to die by the blade, let alone you!”

The situation that seems like Fane was now in the upper hand. Moreover, the blood on the bald man’s arm had not completely stopped. The blood was flowing out little by little, making the color drained from his face; his face was paler than before. He was obviously getting more and more strained in the battle. “Blade Wave!” After fighting for a while, Fane let out a faint cry, casting out the Blade Wave. Waves of aura flying swords were shot out like long aura sword dragons flying toward the bald man. Soon, the bald man had fallen.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

SpeedBlade: I unleash my mightiest battle cry as I charge toward the Iron Fist armor. Swinging my sword, the Iron First blocks it, sparks flying off of its arms and I attack it over and over again. The Iron Fist throws its massive metal arm but I use my speed to run out of the way. Running around the armor, I rush forward and thrust my sword into the back of the armor. However, the armor withstood my sword. My blade slips and slides to the side. Hearing Dr. Cho, I look at her as her eyes glow. She raises her arm before sending it back.

“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