Blade Transformer Novels & Stories

"What do you require from the forge today?" "I need lightweight obsidian blades," I said, walking over to the metal racks and pointing directly to a sheet of dark, refined glass-metal resting near the back. "Forge two light daggers tailored specifically for a human fighter's smaller hand. Design them for maximum speed, sharp leverage, and close-quarters defense." "Obsidian is a dangerously brittle and difficult material to balance for a non-shifter, my Lord," the blacksmith noted, examining the dark sheet carefully. "However, if I temper it with silver alloy, I can make them absolute perfection for her."

Blake smiled and comforted her for her first Tribulations. “Let the energy flow through you, and if it gets too big, I’ll help you handle it. This will not be too bad, though it can be painful but durable.” Blake said as the wind began to pick up and yellow lightning was seen in the upper sky, lighting up the clouds.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

The serrated blade came down in a vicious, diagonal cleave aimed straight at Zeyric’s neck. "Shield left!" Thalen shouted, his instincts bleeding directly into Zeyric’s motor reflexes through the soul-tether. Zeyric didn't even have to think. He threw his left arm up, channeling a dense, compressed burst of pure kinetic force. Because his aura was linked to Thalen’s tactical mind, the barrier didn't just manifest as an unwieldy shockwave—it formed a razor-thin, crystalline pane of angled mana that met the construct's blade at a perfect forty-five-degree deflection.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

"You're draining us dry." Troy increases the intensity of his glower. "Don't you dare give him any ideas, you mistress of evil! I hereby banish you from my life. You may now leave, you chubby butterfly of beauty," he gestures to the door in expectation, basically kicking her out, or, at least, attempting to.

He carried two curved blades that hummed with a strange, damp energy. "This is Thorne," Fenris said. "He is an Eclipse-Stalker. His blades are forged from the same silver that Jackson used to poison the exiles. They are designed to drink the light of the sun". The circle was drawn in the center of the square—a ring of salt and cold iron. I stepped into it, the ground beneath my feet feeling like the cobblestones of my rejection once again. But I was not that girl anymore.

At minimal blast, it would wear down slowly. “It would also change efficacy, Thalia. Do they have any plans drawn up?” Kaia asked. “Some preliminary plans, yes. They are hitting roadblocks, though,” I said. “We also need stable material to control the blast. Ironclaw is known for its alloys. Perhaps one of those will do.” “We have tungsten. It’s stronger than titanium. It could be enough for a job like this, but I need to see plans. Sinclair can work on the digital component. I can get with our alloy workers to see about the crafting of the tool,” Kaia said.

"Boss, please go easy on me." "I will." As soon as Victor finished speaking, he swung the Electromagnetic Dual-Pole Blade towards Windfall. As the Electromagnetic Dual-Pole Blade was swung, an invisible electromagnetic field covered a hundred-meter radius around Victor's mech. The magnetic field gave Windfall, a mechanical lifeform, some trouble. "Boss, my body feels a bit numb," Windfall told Victor as he swung his flail to block Victor's attack. It must be said that Windfall's flail was indeed very tough. The Electromagnetic Dual-Pole Blade couldn't damage it. It was unknown what metal the flail was made of.

“You think this changes anything? Thorne will rebuild, he always does.” Talana crouched slowly in front of him. “No,” she said softly, wiping a smear of blood from her cheek. “You don’t get it yet.” She drew the blade. It wasn’t long. Just six inches of Morelli-forged carbon steel. Matte black, balanced, honed to a whisper. “Your boss doesn’t rebuild,” she said, voice like crushed velvet. “He buries.” She rested the tip of the blade on his sternum.