Blade Transformer Novels & Stories

He yelled as kept dodging her strikes "IT'S ME!!" He added but it was like she couldn't hear what he was saying, she just kept swinging her blade at him like she had the intent to kill him. An ominous figure whatched it play through a screen in an unknown location. "How will you get out of this?" "You can't save yourself if you stay" "You can't save her if you run" "Can you bring yourself to attack someone you love?" SHIN SEKAI SECRET: The blade of Obgun'abali has the ability to change it's level of sharpness depending on who or what it wants to cut.

“Generous as always. You never disappoint, Vanessa.” “This job must be clean,” I warned. My voice trembled with a mix of fear and determination. “No mistakes, no traces.” Blade chuckled, tucking the envelope into his jacket. “Relax. You know what I can do. Clean, fast, invisible.” I leaned back, closing my eyes briefly. “Yes… I trust you.” And I did. Blade has never failed me before. Six years ago, he destroyed Emily with just a few clicks of his mouse, planting those photos that shattered her marriage. If he could tear her life apart, then he could end it now.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

The male doesn't even realize he's doing it, getting comfortable with us. Ransom finishes tightening the final bracket and steps back from the workbench. “There.” He wipes soot from his hands and motions me forward. “Come on. Let's see if these fit.” I move toward him looking at his work up close. The claw blades are impressive. Curved steel extensions designed to fit over a shifter's natural claws. I didn't know what to expect but it wasn't this. The style will fit seamlessly into our style and fighting techniques making it each to incorporate our new advantage into what we already know.

Samson said. He puts his phone on loud speaker and dropped it on the table to have a feel of the Night blade. Samson stood up and he unsheathed the sword right in front of Alicia who gulped. The handle of the long sword was a wooden-medieval gold cabinet but the blade was stark and stoic. It could cut through any metal, alloid or repel steel attacks plus the enchantments being installed made the sword more distopic.. "Boss, the Night blade should be installed into one of the mechanincal bots being structured here at Boneridge."

“I’m not doing anything with you." He grinned as though I was comical to him. He pulled a black handgun from his waist. My eyes caught sight of it and stayed glued to it while he spoke. "That's why I carry this. It seems to help propel people to do the right thing." "Allowing you to rape and beat them?" I shot out at him. His face became serious, his voice as monotone and calm as ever. "Doing God's work. He speaks through me and you are the one He has chosen. You must cooperate with what He wants, Stephanie, or you will pay the price."

BLADE. My brother spent money to have these men trained in an international shifter league of warriors. If they could not protect themselves from me, then they simply wasted Fabian’s money and his trust that they could do better and help protect this pack. I cracked my knuckles and stretched my arms. The last one that I beat up and eventually died in my hands was Alpha Ethan, and I hadn’t had any practice recently. So these warriors were already at an advantage, as I didn’t want to let Rage out as well. Because my fucking love-sick wolf just wanted to be with Althea and had been bugging me all day to see her.

He wasn't erratic and perhaps I'd never see him be that way. "You see, this is the best way. You choose, give me Valiant and give me Regal. You are free to go on your own or I can assist in making you go with a hollow point." "Fat fucking chance...just stop with the veiled threats and demands. Show yourself." I heard him say while I watched from a safer distance. The truth is that while he stood there looking like a model in his fancy tailored suit, he was so skilled with any weapon in his hand. He hadn't earned his nickname for no reason. Claymore, that shit would be a testimony to his calloused conscience.