Blade Of Chaos 소설 & 이야기

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.

This was due to the high concentration of the majestic Focus of the sword in it. “How dare you, Zephyr!” Drogo started to curse and scream pathetically when he saw the incoming bladed energy. The bladed energy seemed to have created an ancient milky way galaxy in its wake as it slashed through Drogo. The single stream of bladed energy splitted into many as it ripped across his body. Instantly, his blood sprayed everywhere as he plummeted down to the ground.

Stop teasing and give him a weapon already ( with a chuckle) ZINO : Yeah, I’m gonna give him…. First sealing thunder : seal of the almighty : reverse holding – Blade of the divine unbound ( a white portal opens with a blade coming out it’s appearance was quite shiny with bright light being emitted from it) DAVID : Hey buddy, missed me ( taking the blade in hand)…. Be misbehaving ( referring to Zino) ZINO : Still talking ,short stuff?? ( with the group bursting into laughter) David grunts before rushing to join in the fight

Her heart hammered with every strike and blow. They clashed repeatedly, sparks flying as light and darkness battled for dominance. Alex’s strikes were precise and powerful, driven by his unyielding love for his family. Daimon countered with raw strength and malice, each swing of his blade aiming to crush Alex entirely. Daimon’s laughter echoed across the battlefield as he swung his darkened blade, infused with pure malice, directly at Alex. Alex’s wolf barely dodged, the blade slicing through the air with a hiss and shattering the ground beneath him.

Like the moon itself had tied his soul to hers and carved his fate into her rise. And he welcomed it. Suddenly, a gust of pure power exploded outward. The windows shattered. The furniture cracked and flung across the room like toys. Kaelion and Selene, standing near the threshold, were blasted backward by the invisible force, slamming into the corridor walls like rag dolls. Darian didn’t move. He stood tall, his cloak whipping around him, his boots anchored to the floor by nothing but will — by Alpha King blood. And in the center of the storm, she floated.

Labret said as he felt the pain of the dagger buried in his body and how Chaos kept pushing it. “This is not even half of your debt to even not even the interest, I will watch you pay all your debt to them and feel the pain inch by inch until you’ll be the one to ask us to just kill you in an instant that I will never do.” Chaos said and pulled out his dagger making Labret fall on the ground. “My f*cking turn.” Blood said as he approached Labret. Blood is holding his fist tight as he kicks him to hard in the stomach making Labret shout in pain as Blood kick the part where Chaos stab him

As soon as Crimson blade finished her mission and jump-off out of the window. Aoi Akuma, who was standing on the branch of the tree, swiftly threw a dagger with attached folded paper on its holder. It penetrated precisely on bed’s wood frame just above Cederick, it almost got his head. Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade.

“Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.