Bladefall Poe Novels & Stories

The hellblade flashed once, a clean arc of red light. Taurus froze. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then his massive form collapsed forward, the glow fading from his eyes as the ground swallowed the weight of him. Silence fell. The fog thinned. Pelin stood there for a second, breathing hard, the sword trembling in her hands. Then she turned to me. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Don’t scare me like that.” She crossed the distance in three steps and smacked my arm hard.

The autumn breeze blew up fallen leaves, causing them to flutter in the air. The Son of Heaven’s Sword Energy transformed into fallen leaves and swept through the sky. Every leaf had destructive power, enough to kill a Herculean. The scene was magical and dreamy. “What a powerful sword technique.” James was also shocked. This time, the Son of Heaven’s attack was much more bizarre and more substantial than his last one. Before James could react, the Sword Energy pierced through the sky and turned into fallen leaves. The scene made it feel like they were witnessing a beautiful scenery in autumn.

Where the vapor touched the trees, the leaves didn't just wither—they turned into translucent glass, frozen in a state of crystalline death. ​"The Ouroboros," Elara whispered, her knees buckling. "She’s not waking the planet, Kael. She’s waking the infection." ​"Kael!" ​A voice barked from the beach. Leo was staggering through the surf, his clothes soaked, his face pale as ash. He had escaped the sinking ship, but the Void-Stitch had left him physically broken. He pointed a trembling finger toward the ridge. ​"The Blade, boy! The Hush-Blade isn't for fighting her! It’s the Plug!"

Poe held back, delaying until reinforcements could arrive. Following the glinting tip of the blade while blunting and blocking ki, Hunter lunged. Poe blocked the thrust with a swipe of his poignard. Using that momentum, Hunter leapt to his right, in a bound like a grasshopper, covering ten feet in that leap. Poe’s returning slash of ki met againts Hunter’ ki reinforced blade and threw him backward shield feint did not work, because just as Hunter blocked Poe’s flows of ki, Poe blocked Hunter’s move to get around him and escape. Then Poe was in front of him, blade weaving and flashing, pushing him back. It was only deft footwork and speed aided Hunter against Poe’s mastery of the blade.

Blade smiled mischievously and wiped the blood off of his nose. “As you can see, these ones are feisty. They got me real good before I brought them here. If not for the potion you gave me, I’d have a harder time taking them but I’m telling you buddy, they are better than the previous pets I brought before,” Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.”

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Still, in her lovely sweater dress from earlier, she trapezes across the glittering floor, her hair trailing behind her, shoes clacking on the floor. No one breathes as she takes her time, chooses her goblet, and drinks red honey, slowly, not spilling a drop. The bees buzz, watching the queen because we want our pick of the garden. When she's done, she acts very unladylike, smacking her lips, making a show of it, mocking death itself. "It seems the poison is quite delicious this evening," she announces. "My compliments to the chef."

[THIRD PERSON - POV] Due to the pressure of the wind on her body induced by Blade riding his motorcycle faster than a bullet, Crystal's eyelids were firmly squeezed. Fearing that she would fall and spew in the strong breeze, she clutched to his waist. When they slowed down, Crystal was quite horrified at the place where they managed to stop because it's just a downright spooky abandoned and obviously scorched house. “Get off,” Blade uttered as he removed his headgear from his head.

The blade had been coated with something. “Poison,” Theodore whispered, his smile triumphant even as life faded from his eyes. “Ancient recipe. Kills slowly, painfully. Hours of agony before your heart finally stops.” Dario felt the drug spreading through his bloodstream, making his vision blur and his balance uncertain. He stumbled backward, pulling the blade free and dropping it onto the concrete where it clattered like broken dreams. Theodore used the last of his strength to push himself up from the ground, his arms wrapping around Dario’s waist in a final embrace that was part attack, part desperate grasp for relevance.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.