Battling Blades Review Novels & Stories

The tunnel beyond the chamber stretched on for what felt like an eternity, the darkness pressing against them like an unseen force. The only light came from the faint glow of the two enchanted blades they carried—Elior’s Veliblade and Rael’s newly claimed sword. The crimson veins along its length pulsed with an eerie rhythm, as if responding to Rael’s very heartbeat. For a while, no one spoke. The tension of the battle still lingered in the air, and the presence of Rael’s weapon was undeniable. It was not just a blade, it was something more, something aware.

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

“This is perfectly safe” A few nervous laughs followed, shallow and unsure. “The swords have been equipped with non-lethal composite tips,” she explained, motioning toward the rounded, dark ends—elegant, polished, deceptively harmless. “They won’t draw real blood… just bruised egos…and…reveal who deserves to wear a crown next to the goddess Inanna..” She smiled and my fists clenched more. “Each blade is pressure-sensitive. One clean hit is all it takes to register a strike.” She continued with a light tone.

Gavin unleashed everything he had, pushing his divine ability—Rending Wind Blades—to its limit. Countless blades crashed down on Lawrence in a relentless barrage. With Lawrence's stamina and spiritual energy nearly depleted, it looked like he had no way to withstand the attack. Glancing upward at Gavin, he tightened his grip on the Sovereign Silver Spear. Then, he swept it in a wide arc and shouted, "Break it!" A torrent of power burst out and met the descending wind blades head-on. Piercing explosions followed as the spear force filled the sky, breaking them apart one after another before driving straight into Gavin.

That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces. "My blade thirsts for blood. It hungers to taste the crimson life of our enemies as I cut them down one by one if they become a hindrance to our mission," Olivia says, as the Swordsman, as she grips her double-edged blade, ready to charge headlong into combat. The blade is perfectly balanced, allowing her to deliver precise slashes and stabs with brutal efficiency. The long, slightly curved sword allows her to deliver deadly precise blows, decapitating or disemboweling her adversaries in grisly fashion.

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.

Not with Nova and Isla behind me, not with Blade at my side. Blade’s strikes were brutal, calculated, forcing it to split its focus. Every time it committed to one attack, we met it with another. I could see the frustration building—an unfamiliar expression for something that seemed unstoppable. And then, the first real opening appeared. Its arm overshot, leaving its side exposed. I drove my knife deep, twisting, and felt resistance give way. A hiss, a howl of fury—but it staggered. Nova gasped, clutching Isla tighter.

"They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you know where to strike, they'll still do far better than any knife." I was honestly stunned for a moment as I just looked up at him. Since when did he give me things? Especially something like this. Was he feeling okay? "Thank you... I really appreciate it," I whispered, a little more than dumbfounded as I quickly glanced over the blades. They were nothing fancy, but he was right, they were extremely lightweight. Normally, I wouldn't even be able to lift a normal sword, but I could carry both of these no problem.

Blades etched with cryptic symbols glow softly when enemies near. ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: Quick, stealthy stabs (low damage, high crit chance) ‎- Range: Close combat (bonus in tight spaces) A spark pain tore through my chest. “Come on, so I don't even deserve a decent weapon? I lost everything and this damn game can't even offer me a fighting chance." I mumbled to myself my vision blurred with rage. “Screw this sick Demon games."

They were cold against my palms, the weight grounding me. I moved to the weapons rack. A row of knives and blades. Batons lined the wall. My hand hovered, then settled on a serrated knife with a silver edge. The blade was long enough to cut through enhanced skin if it had to. I tested its balance. I flipped it in my hand. I felt the pull of gravity against it. Perfect.