Blade Daywalker Weapons Novels & Stories

They were the Blight-Walkers—men and women whose bodies had been twisted by the Sleeper’s Root, their skin grey and cracked, their eyes glowing with that same violet fire they had seen in Vargos. The clearing erupted into chaos. Lucas shifted mid-air, a massive black wolf with silver-white fur along his spine, his jaws snapping shut on a Blight-Walker's throat. Silas swung his war-axe in great, sweeping arcs, the iron whistling as it cleaved through the corrupted attackers. Audrey dived behind a moss-covered boulder, her hand flying to the dagger Elara had given her. For a split second, she felt the old instinct to call for the Flame—to incinerate everyone in a hundred-yard radius.

I hissed. “You have very loud thoughts for someone like me,” he replied, leaving me only more confused. Before I could ask anything else he reached into his backpack and passed me a large silver dagger and a smaller switchblade. “In case we are attacked before we can shift.” It felt surprisingly heavy. The blade was pure silver, unpolished so it was dull and unreflective. It was not a pretty trinket, it was dull to avoid glinting and revealing our position. It was the weapon of stealth. An assassin. Is that what Olaf was?

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.

They were going to try and lasso us, drag us down, and strip the bikes for parts. "Mia," Dax said softly, not taking his eyes off the Warlord. "We don't have the Sovereign’s god-mode anymore. We don't have the Architects' blessing. We bleed if they cut us." "Good," I said, reaching for the sawed-off shotgun I kept in the Norton’s saddlebag a relic I hadn't used since Chapter 10. I racked the slide, the sound crisp and lethal in the desert air. "I was getting bored of immortality."

“And if you dare breathe a word of what you heard to anybody—anybody—I will kill you. In one of the cruelest ways possible.” Dahlia’s eyes widened, but she didn’t back down. “You can’t be serious—” I moved to my weapons case and yanked it open, pulling out my daggers, my guns, my throwing knives. I set them out on the bed methodically, then grabbed the cleaning supplies. “Consider that your warning,” I said, focusing on disassembling my first gun. “Now either help or leave.” Dahlia stood there for a long moment, then quietly sat down in the chair by the door. She didn’t leave. She didn’t speak either.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

Death has come for us all… Kylo casually discards his weapon nearby, prompting me to contemplate how I might acquire it without arousing his suspicion. He then takes out two wide-bladed daggers from his thigh holsters, skilfully twirling them between his fingers. “I've always wanted to dance with you, Sylvan,” Kylo grunts with a wicked smile.

In the direction they turned, they found the other two dwarfs fading in the mass of light. Not far from where the two dwarfs died, underneath the shade of a tree stood Kirou. In his hand appeared to be two weapons that looked like guns and from the damage they just dealt, the two remaining lycan knew those 'guns' packed some serious damage. This caused the two lycans' hair to stand on end in major fright. Fiend Blade gave Slash blade a look before they both took off running, each in different directions.

He squeezed her hand, then released it, stepping forward to lead the way. Darius handed out weapons as they prepared to descend. The blades were silver, with edges coated in a dark, oily substance. “Wolfsbane,” Darius explained. “It’s the only thing that will kill them. Don’t hesitate. If you see one, strike fast and don’t look back.”

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”