Blade Weapons Marvel Novels & Stories

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

The surrogate mask is heavy, but it's the only armor I have left. My fingers graze the back of my neck—the thin, raised line of scar tissue across my throat, and just above it, tucked into the coil of my hair, the Phantom Blade. A titanium needle, no thicker than a wire, its tip ground to a point that could part skin before a man could register the cold. As long as it's there, I am not a victim. I am a weapon with the safety still on. "Ms. Moore? This way."

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell even heavily armored foes. "Come forth challenges, for you will meet your end upon my chains, until we find the map's missing piece," Voicing out, Serene, as the Chainblader, cracks her knuckles, ready for whatever awaits us in the shadows as she pulls out her scalpel chain, a terrifying weapon that can eviscerate flesh with one swing. Its many blades glint menacingly in the torchlight. That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

Tyr snatched it with his hand. Tyr declared, “Take a look at my Celestial Blade! It’s the weapon that’s truly the best divine weapon in the world!” Vulcan and others studied both divine weapons as Vlad and Tyr showed their weapons one by one. When Vlad first displayed the Willbreaker, Vulcan’s eyes lit up immediately. They disagreed with the Balchs’ previous strategy of eliminating all of their competitors. Not only that, but they also held grudges against the Balchs and viewed them under a negative light. However, Vulcan and his group were indeed drawn to the Willbreaker the moment they laid their eyes on the sword.

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha

While he was exploring her body and she was still straddling him, her hands went to her thigh where she hid her weapon and held it. The dagger she had in her hands was enchanted by the sorceress to kill strong wolves, especially Alpha's. She just had to stab him in the heart and he'll be dead. There was no hope for anyone the dagger was used on. Zephyr was oblivious to his environment and Bellona wrapped one hand around his neck and the other one held the dagger in place, ready to strike. This was the perfect time. Her parents would finally rest in peace. Nimue would be proud of her and she would rub her victory in Antonio's face.

None of the wolves with guns were willing to shoot at their own men, and that meant that by the time the dust settled, every warrior had been knocked unconscious. When all of it was over, Blade straightened to his full height, dusted his coat and turned to face his soldiers who were staring at him with wide, shocked eyes. "Tie them up," he ordered, and they immediately followed through. Today, they were not executioners. They were avengers. And Blade did not like killing, not unless it was necessary. With the smile now back on his face, Blade walked back to his car and drove off. By noon, he had already taken down five warehouses. And by two, all warehouses had been seized.

“For our leader.” Alex exhales slowly. “I didn’t ask to—” “We know,” Eve says. “That’s why they’re yours.” Mazikene unwraps the cloth. The blades catch the early light immediately. They’re a matched pair—slightly curved, long enough to demand respect but not so heavy they’d slow her. The steel is darkened, patterned subtly, like smoke trapped beneath the surface. The hilts are wrapped in deep red leather, worn in just enough places to suggest they were meant to be held, not displayed.