Battle Blades Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

The blade went up and stabbed towards its talons. "I'm sorry. I really am trying." Remi rolled down into a crouch out of the way. "I think this is a battle you have to fight." My mouth pulled down into a tight frown. This wasn't going to be pretty. I held still with the sword in front of me. The next time one of the creatures dove for me, I slashed at them. We parried back and forth a few times. I didn't feel like I was getting anywhere. They circle me. Their red eyes watched as I watched them. I started to see individual scales and outlines of glittering talons. Their bat-like wings flapped and with each stroke I could see the veins pumping in their leathery skin.

he was kicked back a few metres. He looked and saw Rin holding on to was perceived as a high frequency sonic blade (the type that vibrates so quickly that it looks still). then he looked at himself and saw that the needles were not the only things that were detached. his entire weapons system was in shambles, and his armour was shaved off so he was pretty much naked and had not choice but to use the last tool in his shed which was to hack. "with this I could win the battle." he said as he shot a faint beam that barely bruised Rin on her forehead and seemed to have no effect.

The two-gave blade transmitted a sparkling light that connoted his power as a Two Star Silver Swordsman. Different Battle Force positions were effortlessly recognized. Bronze Battle Force invigorated one a marginally polished look and extraordinarily expanded one's, nimbleness and perseverance when it circled through one's body. Iron Battle Force for the most part centered around the assurance of the body. For instance, strengthening the hands, making them transmit a weak sparkle and have the durability of iron, extraordinarily expanding their protective capacities on different occasions beyond what that of a normal person can be utilized. Silver positioned Battle Force succeeded at the goin

“Wind Scythe!” He held out his hand and slashed it at his opponent, sending a sharp gust of wind towards Mar who blocked it with her saber. “Haaaa!” yelled Mar as she held the blade with the palm of her other hand. The blade got chipped, the small piece, flying to her face and scratching her cheek. “Week!” she yelled once again as she twirled sideways and ignited the air, trailing the flames with the tip of her saber and slashing at Boulvar three times. The two reached him, as a couple of deep wounds cut his arm while he tried to guard against it.

These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them. Both Chyou Chen and Khalid both stood still with lots of wounds and blood splattered all over their bodies. khalid suddenly moved quickly and stuck the spell paper onto Chyou Chen's body. "Live and avenge all this revenge on them." Chyou Chen's existence began to disappear with a white flash around his body. "How dare you make him leave." The killing aura of these twenty famous swordsmen cornered Khalid who was now alone. He smirked in satisfaction, "Come over here and fight me bastard." The twenty matchless Swordsmen attacked him together with their full strength.

He pointed out with his sword on his chest and lunges toward him, fortunately, his reflexes were good and he avoided the sword then snatched it harshly away from him. "If you have the guts to fight me, then do it without swords." He said rolling up his sleeves, ready to fight. Finn growled, "with pleasure." He threw his sword away and get into a fight position then started to attack him, Blaze dodged him as he almost jumped onto him. The Alpha rogues did a roundhouse kick but Blaze grabbed his feet and threw it away from himself.

Dante and Ben were standing, watching us with their arms crossed, both boys smirking slightly. "I believe the lovely lady asked for your name," Dante called easily, clearly enjoying the spectacle. I grinned and lifted the blade a little closer to his throat. His eyes widened and he looked up at me slightly panicked. "Florian James The Second, but, but everyone calls me Rent." I smiled easily and pulled the blade away from his throat. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?" Rent stumbled to the side muttering a little and rubbing his neck lightly. I fitted the blades into my belt, then spent some time pulling on more weapons before everyone was ready.

Damon POV The first blade came from the left. I deflected it, slammed my shoulder into the attacker, and drove my knife up under his ribs. He dropped without a sound. More came—sprinting through the trees, shouting Axel’s name like it was a war cry. I met them head-on. Steel met flesh. Blood soaked into the dirt. I moved on instinct. Dodge, strike, kill. My breath was ragged, my arms heavy, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I carved a path forward through the chaos, eyes scanning the battlefield, listening for anything—anyone—that could tell me where Kalilah was.

Against creatures with ropey muscle and exposed tendons, the left blade narrowed into a cleaner, thinner line made for precise cuts at the joints. She moved through the battlefield as though the wind had claimed kinship with her. A tentacled beast struck from her blind side; she bent with the current and let the appendage sweep past her cheek, then severed it in two bright strokes before the creature could recoil. A hulking thing with a skull shaped like a war hammer charged through the gore toward her. Araheen leaped, landed lightly atop its crown, drove one blade down through the ridge between its eyes, then dragged the other along the length of its back until the body split wetly apart.