Battle Blades Novels & Stories

And it will be impossible for them to destroy the true enemy - the Beast! John inspected his blades and stroked them, especially admiring the sterling silver engraving that showed up as soon as he held them in his hands. The Blades recognized their Master, their Creator. The engraving on one of the blades read: "Ta - revo" - "I am death." And on the other: "Ve'ol, E'khor!" - "Fear, Beast!" "My blades," Black whispered, still holding his blades in his hands. - How, it turns out, I missed you!

She wanted to say no because she knew she wasn't skilled enough but she couldn't possibly reject Antonio's offer since he would follow through if she was the one who asked. "Let's begin" He gave her a long stick which she collected and held in her hands and he also had his. He decided to use a stick instead of a sword or other weapons because he feared that Bellona wouldn't remember how to fight causing her to injure herself. Bellona looked around and her eyes met Zephyr's intense gaze. He was standing by the corner with Lucian and the others. While they all looked expectant and excited to watch her fight, Zephyr looked like he didn't want her to be doing this but he couldn't stop her but sh

The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater. Laila brought her left blade up to block the strike, the sapphire fire of her steel meeting the black mist of the naginata with a horrific, screeching sound that sounded like a metal file scraping against her skull. The pressure was immense, the black smoke actively trying to crawl down her silver blade and infect her hand, but the runic lines on her knuckles flared with a bright white heat that burned the mist into a white ash before it could touch her skin. She pivoted on her heel, her right blade

Thalia POV I am talking with Rory about getting new training equipment. Many warriors expressed interest in learning specialized weaponry. This requires additional safety measures and keeps me occupied and involved in training, even if I can’t train for the moment. “I think for the blade training we are going to need additional throwing stations. Warriors excel at hand-to-hand combat with blades but not at distance throwing. Each blade has its own weight and counterweights to balance it. The foundations are the same, but size, type, and the like matter,” I said.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

"Come at me all you want if you want to die!" Pow!!! Grabbing the Guardian, he unleashed his technique. World Burial Sword, First Style—Death Snap! Shunk! Thrusting the greatsword with blinding speed, he stabbed an elder through the chest! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! The Windrider, Windpiercer, Windsearer, and Windblazer also rose into the air, their hum deafening as Caleb's unmatched psyche directed them! Shunk! Shunk! Shunk! Shunk!

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

Alban raised his hand and motioned for Little Apple to attack first. A disciple from a big sect was absolutely polite on the surface. As for what what he was like in private, nobody knew about it. Little Apple nodded gently. Seeing this, he did not stand on ceremony and jumped up next. Alban's expression was calm. Babylon Nine Skills was the most mysterious sword art in the world. It had the sharpness of forestalling the enemy, but also the stability of beating people later. This was a sword art that had been tempered for dozens of generations in Babylon.

Threads of energy extended from my hand, linking with concealed blades and weapons amassed earlier. The resounding clash of metal against unyielding surfaces reached my ears. The blades were ready. Springing from my crouched position, I leaped upward, left palm raised as a signal to unleash my counterattack. High above the ground, adversaries surged forth, armed with a deadly fusion of blades and energy spheres. With a resolute cry, I unleashed a torrent of energy, propelling a barrage of blades from the earth and boulders. The blades sliced through the air, transforming into a lethal hailstorm.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.