Blade Of Totsuka Novels & Stories

We were locked into a standoff with our weapons trained at each other. “A sword brave and a thunder brave?” Cutler said incredulously. “That’s new.” “He must be Takemikazuchi’s Brave,” Hikaru said. “The god of thunder and swords from our homeland.” Wilt narrowed his eyes. Judging from his frowned face and the fact that he lived in Japan, it must be true. “Careful, he’s godly strong, but not as strong as power braves.” “How do you know that?” Masaru asked.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

With a swift motion, as Alexander's request still hung in the air, Cirantaka yanked the alloy war saber from his waist and roared, "Mister Kane, here's your blade!" The blade was thus in Alexander's hand. It might not hold a candle to Alexander's own sword, but it was a worthy conduit for the storm of celestial power raging inside him, ready to unleash its fury. "This is bad!" The moment Alexander's fingers closed around the hilt, Takuya and the shadow warriors felt a surge of panic. In unison, they turned tail and bolted, desperate to escape.

The sound of steel cutting through flesh and bone with the subsequent screams puts Tsuki off, but he quickly steels himself, getting out from his chair as he watches the doctor writhe on the floor in pain, clutching at his missing arm. Tsuki takes a deep breath crossing over to the door of the room their in and lowers himself, blade at his side, ready to slice through muscle fibers and tendons. Tsuki shifts his free hand over to the gun on his head, gripping it and pulling the hammer back. The door is kicked open, flying into the wall and causing a dent in it. Two men sprint through the door, guns in hand, fully expecting that whoever they were looking for would be right in front of them - O

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

Blake said, and with a wave of his hand, the head of the smirking man fell to the floor. Fear and hatred were seen in the people around them, not knowing if they would make it out alive or defeat Blake in numbers. Even then, they hesitated until six men in heavy black robes entered and unsheathed their swords with a broad blade known as Takoba Sword. “Still not enough?” Blake said, and with a flick of his hand, the swords that were ready to cleave through him split, and the top of the swords clanged on the wooden floor along with all their heads with their bodied following, making a thumping sound through the building.

His blade slashed with incredible speed and ferocity. It seemed as if it could tear through the air itself. Kiran just raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "So, you're Ichiro Matsubara, one of the three great masters from Sunland." Ichiro Matsubara paused, his tone harsh, "How do you know me?" "Your little tricks? How could I not know?" Kiran didn't say that it was Lindsay Ludwig who had informed him. "Damn it!" Ichiro, feeling disregarded, grew furious, and his attacks became more frenzied. With one strike, rocks split, trees fell, and even the birds were harmed by the force of his blade.

At last, it crackled to life. He shouted for help in English, and soldiers from the camp were soon on their way. The two attackers, sensing defeat, made a break for it, but Tisha was not about to let them off easy. Ignoring her throbbing shoulder, she flicked her right Martin boot, channeling her strength into a kick that sent the hidden blade slicing through one man's side. Helma's gift, the blade soaked in some kind of potion, did its job well. The man's blood turned a deep purple, his lips and wound blackening, leaving him powerless and convulsing on the ground.

She pressed a folded cloth into my hands and knelt across from me without being asked, holding Ashford's shoulders down with a strength that belied her age. "The blade," I said. "I need to see the blade that did this." "Here." A young warrior, one of the eastern gate patrol, held out the weapon with shaking hands, the metal catching firelight in a way that confirmed what I already suspected. Silver, worked deliberately into the steel, forged specifically to poison a wolf's blood rather than simply cut it.

Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England. Takashi didn't give her a second to recover. He lunged forward, his long naginata slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed directly at her unprotected throat. The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater.