Beetle Blade Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Jason chuckled "But you're a Hunter. Every Hunter has the right to a Celestial Blade" Maddie turned the knife in her hands. It had a leather handle and a bronze blade, engraved with more strange symbols that seemed to move snakelike up and down the blade. "And speaking of where your father is, I have an idea about where he could be kept" Maddie felt her heart jump to her throat "Really?"

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.

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

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

I called over my shoulder Burney nodded and leapt what took me four steps to cover before disappearing through the broken pane. I stepped in after him and cringed, landing on top of the wet flesh of a Taken. Panic coursed through my veins as I stepped off its cooling body. All his wounds were glass related, which meant the shade was still here. I swallowed my fear and looked up.

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I explained and he sighed. "Callum come here". Zee patted the seat next to him. Callum scooted over there. "When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo.

he said mockingly, his voice filled with icy amusement. Ramsey’s face contorted with pain, his breath coming in short gasps. He was bleeding heavily, his skin pale, his body growing weaker with each passing second. Dwight returned to his backpack, pulling out another tool: a small, wheeled blade with a razor-sharp edge designed for precise incisions. He crouched down and tore Ramsey’s shirt open, exposing his bare back, now trembling with fear. With a cruel grin, Dwight placed the blade against Ramsey’s skin and traced a deep, vertical line down his spine, cutting through flesh and muscle.

I bark. Silas is a blur of frayed iron and sparking steel. He slams into a support beam, using the momentum to swing upward, his heavy blade grinding through the lead drone’s ceramic casing with a screech that vibrates through my teeth. The machine sputters, trailing black pixels as it hits the floor.