Blade Transformer Novels & Stories

Chapter 67: Network Blackout The impact was a cataclysmic explosion of raw, electrical violence. The moment the silver blade sliced through the outer titanium casing and bit into the primary copper power bus, fifty thousand volts of electricity found their path of least resistance through Laila’s body.

Alexander shouted over the roar of the wind. Jax tumbled onto the catwalk, hauling the heavy server rack. "The shielding is holding, but the internal relays are dead! I need a direct hard-line to the core reactor at the base of the rig! If we don't jump-start the station’s mainframes, she’s going to evaporate!" "Go!" Alexander commanded, turning to face the derrick. "I’ll buy you the time." He drew the broken hilt of his high-frequency blade. The blue light sparked, struggling against the atmospheric interference. He was a man standing on a rusted bridge against a god of the new age, armed with a weapon that was little more than a flashlight.

In truth, her hidden aura was already surging violently, approaching its peak. A dazzling blade aura rose from behind Sheena. Then, with a single slash, it cut through the empty space before her. The two incoming arcs of lightning were instantly severed. The Lloyd family department head who wielded the blade grunted, his body convulsing with electrical sparks as he was flung backward. Immediately after, Trevor's second, third, and fourth attacks followed one after another. The Lloyd family department heads moved one after another. Each slashed down fiercely, shattering the lightning arcs.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

I accidentally let my secret underground identity slip earlier tonight while I was threatening Amara Mensah in the lower borders. "It is really nothing that massive, Elder Jabari," I reply, offering a modest shrug of my shoulders while keeping my voice smooth. "I simply forge a few specialized titanium blades and weave ballistic wolf-shifter gear. It does not match the immense power of the Adebayo Dominion legacy."

=== Bladeless Description: Turns anything you hold into a deadly blade as long as you will it. Effects: Critical damage chance 100%. === Oh?! What is this new hidden title and ability? Zen read the short description five times but could not understand what it meant by ‘as long as you will it’. Was that some sort of code to trigger the ability? It was harder than he thought it was. Coming from the game developer, it was rather shady. Saving his wooden training sword and opting for an actual woodcutting axe instead, Zen placed the next firewood log onto the stump and tested the new hidden title’s effect.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

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.

The dark rot that had been clinging to the edges was gone, replaced by a shield of pure, celestial energy. “It is done,” Lyra whispered, her face pale but triumphant. “The Lumina-Shield is forged. This blade will cut through Void-Steel like it’s paper.” I was exhausted, my body feeling heavy and hollow, but as I looked at the shimmering sword, I felt a spark of hope. “He’s going to be so angry,” Kael muttered, looking at the glowing weapon. “He’s going to know we touched it.” “Let him be angry,” I said, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. “I’d rather have a furious Mate than a dead one.”

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.