Blade Of Wind And Thunder Novels & Stories

By the time the Demon-slaughtering Palm descended, it had already been dismembered by the wind blades. "Just so-so." The Immortal Emperor Wind snorted. "If that's all your strength. I can take revenge for destroying my Ma Family today." "Really?" Chu Xun said indifferently. Rumble! Black clouds rolled in the sky, covering the sky and the sun. Thunderbolts flowed inside. Purple Thunder Doom -- Destruction. Purple thunderbolts, which looked like demonic dragons, tore through the black clouds and fell from the sky. "You control the wind. I control thunder. Let's see if your wind is stronger or my thunder is better." Chu Xun chuckled.

"Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless." "It isn't mint," Francis snapped, his jaw tightening. "It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart."

This made Zitrey let go of her, yet like her, she doesn't let out any satisfying sound of agony. Albert who's simply watching them have thought that Crimson Blade right now is acting like a Fearsome Beast. A beast without an ounce of reasoning, mainly focus on brute force and driven by instinct. Though she was like this, White Raven barely able to match up to her speed, and strength. “Crimson Blade is really a perfect weapon against other organizations, but cutting ties to us made those elders dispose of her. Those geezers were so terrified by her power, though attacking her in swamps, the only weakling will do that. I have other plans for this child.”

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

But this time, I didn't. "That's right. That little vixen is seducing my husband. Can't I teach her a lesson?" I shot back harshly. I felt him gradually squeezing my throat at my deliberate words. Ray's tone was threatening as he said, "I'm warning you, leave her alone." I laughed at this. Tears stung the corner of my eyes as I cackled on. I could feel my lungs running out of oxygen, and my eyes started to roll backward. Ray released his grip just as I was about to lose consciousness. I collapsed close to the edge of the bed, coughing for a long time. He had left a hideous handprint on my neck.

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.