Battle Blades Novels & Stories

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that they had both entered the room. Justin closed the door and that's when I realized he was shirtless and didn't even have a gash. "What happened to your stab wound?" I croaked out. He laughed bitterly as he looked down at me. "Babygirl I've been shot and stabbed with real knifes multiple times. A piece of glass can't hurt me." He explained as he looked down at my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But you were bleeding you should at least have a scar." I said in confusion.

asked Tyr. “That’s right.” Katia nodded. “Such a weird name,” Tyr muttered. “Who is Blade Hero? Was he powerful?” Katia replied, “Legend has it that he’s powerful, especially adept at using both a saber and a sword. He possessed a few items many in the ancient martial arts world desired.” ‘What could it be?’ Tyr seemed to have thought of something as the sword moves left behind by Shaun Yarn appeared in his mind. Could that be the ultimate skill passed down by Blade Hero?

He released his grip on his sword hilt, placing both the blade and its scabbard on the ground. "You’re surrendering?" Adrian mushed. "I hope you will spare my life." After uttering these words, Caleb realized he had perhaps overestimated his love for combat in the past. He thought he was like Adrian, one who would valiantly engage in battle. Yet now, he found himself begging for mercy and relinquishing his most treasured possessions. What lay on the ground was not just his weapon, but also his fervor for combat. "You should very much hope so as you are of no use to me," Adrian replied with a faint smile, using his Fight Force to summon the blade from the ground into his hands. Engraved at th

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

he said raising it and shoving it back into the sheath, he walked out of his room and Regal followed. Regal stood behind Raymond, his hands clutched at his back, as Raymond addressed the recruits with grace like he didn't have a big painful wound at his back, eating him up. Regal heart was heavy, but with his chin raised high, he watched the new recruit, yell "to victory" while raising their swords. Whatdo I feell? You wouldn't want to know, but at least I knew, even those who I thought were blessed by fate, also had their problem.

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.

The fire had been ignited and there was no turning back. “We met again,” he spoke. Amidst the dark skies with only the shine of the lone moon, there spark two of the sharpest blades throughout the entire weapons on the battlefield. The clash of rivals, of luna’s warrior and apollo’s defender. “Shall we now end our long-time dispute, Alfarro?” proudly asked the other man wearing the golden sun crest on his chest. The emblem of Pinansey-angan. “I would gladly hear it from you, Contejo.”

Brown like a deer, scared with the whites clearly visible as she fought for breath. "Get your hands off her," and I moved my tuxedo jacket to the side showing the silver knife I had on my side. Finally his eyes left her face and grimaced. Silver bladed, he knew one slash from me would leave a permanent scar. Or worse if I was quick enough to get his throat. "Stop playing at being a man Valence. You're weak, just like your mot…" The knife flew between us before he could finish his word. Straight through the sleeve of his tux and into the muscle of his forearm. I'd guess about twenty centimetres along as blood started to seep out. It was his turn to be wide eyed and pale in shock.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

[ ICE BLOOD STYLE ] [ FIRST FORM ] The long blade of Icebane flashed, glowing brightly amidst the darkness of night. Lucas also had casted a sword skill, his blade radiating with energy. One second they made their stance, the next they lunged towards each other. Waving their sword with full force, the two blades met and clanged, but they didn’t bounce away. Instead the powerful impact blasted a strong gust of wind around them, the ground they’d stood in cracking as the two were pressing their blades against each other.