Bayek's Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

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

abck while smiling and walking without looking at the front because she thought everyone left but how wrong she was . Because as she took her steps further she stumbled against something from which made her phone about to fall from her hands but she found a rugged yet warm palm to hold her hand stopping her phone from falling . "Careful Ms. sareen.. I don't want you to hurt yourself again in any way .." She darted when eyes above and found this dark orbs staring straight into her Amber eyes intensely which made her hurt skip a beat until she saw his devilish grin crept back on his face which made her snap hand away from his grip.

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con

It was the party that Hidden Bow had abandoned when they tried to attack Kirou in the Northern Swampland a few hours back. While Kirou was observing the group, the group members were observing Kirou as well. At the back, a Lycan equipped with a greatsword was speaking to the party members that Kirou recognized, "You sure this is the guy that wiped out your party, Blade Fiend?" Being addressed by the Lycan warrior, Blade Fiend nodded with a serious expression on his face before speaking up, "Yes, leader. He's the one that killed all of us. He was using his 'Lycan Transformation' when he fought us but I can recognize those weapons of his anywhere."

And when the two blades were melted together, the blade became a bloodthirsty thing that decimated gods and immortals in the world, not called the Blood Lotus Demon Blade anymore, but the Blood Drinking Mad Blade! Before this, Xiao Chen had considered for a long time, this matter was against his master's teachings, but there was no way out, the enemy, was too powerful. At this moment, Bei Xuan Leng also couldn't help but tremble slightly, he also didn't know why, it was as if he was very jealous of that knife, and the nine Divine Monarchs in the square, at this moment, they were also trembling slightly, it was as if that knife had a kind of shock from the soul, a kind of uneasiness, for them

My breath snagged. The Elder’s words sank into the clearing like poison. “Do not think your secrets are hidden from us. The runes that the blade carries are of your own hand. Years ago, before the girl was even of age, you sought the means to kill her.” My knees almost gave. The crowd rippled with shock, voices hissing like snakes. I searched my father’s face, desperate for denial, for anything but truth. But he said nothing. He had made the blade himself. He had made the blade that was meant for my heart.

I saw anger fill Beck's eyes even before he turned to the face Ajani. "Why are you here, Blade?". "Nehemiah let me in we have some business to discuss about ownership". He looked at me and smiled and I gave a small smile. "Hey Belle", he said and I whispered a hi. AWKWARD!!! "So you hit her that hard she cried?You haven't changed much Beck after these years". That's it I officially hated Ajani Blade but he was so hot. Focus OB this super hot guy is a super hot jerk. At this point even my logic had bailed on me. But a sound made me jolt back to life. And immediately Beck's hands were around me. Those were gun...gunshot sounds.

Becky’s voice inside his head. “Elise,” he whispered hoarsely. Elise forced herself upright on one elbow, vision swimming. “Luka,” she breathed. “You shouldn’t be here.” Luka glanced at her, eyes burning. “I couldn’t stay away.” Becky laughed, sharp and ugly. “How touching. Brother and savior.” She lunged for Luka. Moonsteel met shadow in a flash of light as Luka swung his blade, the impact ringing through the chamber. Becky stumbled back, surprise flickering across her face as the sword cut cleanly through the dark energy she’d summoned.

There were wisps of smoke rising from his armor, and Randey wondered how badly he was injured. “Vile Beast!” shouted the Blade Master. He raised his blade and charged once more. Randey slipped out of the door as the Knight ran forward, hurrying in a crouch. He moved away from the barn, looking carefully for any sign of the figure he’d seen. He caught sight of it again, and he moved as quietly as he could to get behind it. From what he could tell, the individual’s attention was on the fight. No doubt waiting to unleash other mystical attacks upon the Grenyaar. Randey slipped behind a broken water barrel, looking past it at the figure beyond. They still had not turned in his direction. Pushing

Just me, silence, and a truth I couldn’t outrun. The blade was where I’d left it. Carefully hidden beneath a false floor tile and shrouded with cloth enchanted to dampen aura bleed. It wasn’t a standard weapon. This one had been gifted to me after the hybrid trials. Blood-forged. Custom-coded to react to the specific fingerprint of my aura signature. One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke.