Blade Transformer Novels & Stories

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.

“Plasma blades: Tenfold.” The swords became a flurry of movement as he slashed away, cutting down every Slenderman that stood within reach. He leaped into the air, reaching out and getting a Tachyon cannon. He fired into the swarm continuously, getting into a stance in mid-air. The tower was in reach, and he had to take it down in one go. “Plasma blades: Singular Thrust.” A shockwave tore through the air as the force impacted the tower. A circular hole appeared in the tower, and it broke in half. The ground below gave way as the ice cracked and broke, taking everything with it. The Slendermen shimmered and disappeared. It was done.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

“Who are you? And why are you haunting me?” He chuckled softly. “I am Nyxian Veyar Your guardian and a Vanisher.” “The Hollow Blade…” she began, but his eyes gleamed, silencing her. “The Blade can be anything you want, a promise, test or a leash is a test and only you can decide whether it will cut you down… or crown you.” Her hands trembled on the railing. Lightning illuminated his sharp features, too perfect and unreal. “Why can’t Axel see you?” she whispered.

The barrier looked as fragile and powerless as a butterfly’s wings, yet it managed to block the strike. “What...” “How is this possible?” “How could this be?” “It’s unbelievable!” The Zanders were all stunned. Even Blade looked somewhat skeptical. The golden protective shield was as thin as a butterfly’s wings without any power. How could it withstand his slash? It did not end there, though. After the blade light struck, it seemed to be reversed by a great force and rebounded toward Blade, reaching his face in an instant. Stunned by this display, Blade did not even notice. The light easily pierced his chest, leaving deep scars inside, wreaking havoc.

His knife—a monomolecular blade that could cut through enhanced armor like tissue paper—traced a silver arc toward Griffin's exposed back. Only years of combat training saved Griffin's life. He spun with inhuman grace, the blade grazing his ribs instead of piercing his heart, drawing a line of fire across enhanced skin that healed even as the cut was made. But Twin B's assault didn't pause—he flowed from the missed strike into a grappling maneuver designed to break Griffin's neck with mechanical efficiency.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? Of course, we will ensure that the Celestial Blade is intact. After you take the armor away, you must ensure that the armor is in good condition too. If the armor is damaged, you will not be able to exchange it back.” “Of course, I don’t mind.” Tyr nodded with a smile. “No problem. I understand your family’s rules.” Tyr and Vulcan were happily conversing. It appeared as if Vulcan had already decided to swap the Cooter Armor for Tyr’s Celestial Blade. The Balchs next to him were upset by the scene. “My Balch family’s Willbreaker is not less than that of the Celestial Blade.” The Willbreaker was suddenly covered in a golden glow as Vlad raised the sword in his han

It was a razor-thin, horizontal disc of absolute sub-spatial friction, hovering exactly four feet off the ground, stretching across the entire width of the avenue. The Prime Forge didn't slow down. Its automated Founder AI didn't recognize the sub-ether anomaly as a physical threat. The massive war machine rolled directly into the Phase-Blade at forty miles an hour. The sound was indescribablea horrific, screeching howl of heavy durasteel being unwritten from reality. The Phase-Blade didn't cut the Forge; it deleted the molecular bonds of anything that passed through it. The Forge’s massive front treads hit the blade and were instantly severed.

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

Pelin cried, creating a translucent shield that snapped into place between me and Taurus. Taurus roared as his horns bounced right off it. “You used a sneaky shield. You think you are clever, Pelin, but my stamina is stronger!” Pelin didn’t wait for my or Taurus’s answer, for that matter. She reached past me and snatched my hellblade straight from my hand, just like she used to do with my dad’s car keys. The sudden loss of its weight made me gasp. “Pelin—” She didn’t look at me.