Blades Of Mercy Novels & Stories

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

He braced them on the ground, and the countless swords beneath his feet were sucked up, instantly turning them red. “These are the heirs to Blade Hero’s legacy? “That’s nothing.” With that said, the Reverend sent his palms flying at Tyr and the man in white. Hundreds of swords began to shoot at the duo, who could only use the Heavenly Conquering Blade and the Sword of Grace to swat them away. “Sweeping Army.” Tyr slashed his sword with a resounding roar. Then, the frightening glint of the sword shot out and instantaneously sent the swords crashing.

“Mercy is a blade. He who shows none will find the gods deaf when he prays, as he bleeds.” I looked up at the dove again. This wasn’t a message. It was a warning. And whoever did this wasn’t just playing a game, They were declaring war.

“That doesn’t matter. All you need to do is tell me where to find it.” “It’s not that easy. The Arctic Blade can’t be acquired, it has to be earned,” Merida told us. “It’s said to be one of the most searched for treasures of the world. Not only vampires but all sorts of species go after it, but so far, no one had been able to find it. Some have even died trapped in the ice Caves of Kamatayan, where it lies on a river that flows through the caves. It’s said to be a sacred sword that had been created by the Gods as a gift to the mages. However, when it fell into the wrong hands, killing hundreds of innocent lives, the Gods locked it up in the middle of a river that has been flowing for centuri

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

Jayce carried on flinging more wind blades at Claude while sending more to attack what remained of the Holy Temple's retinue. "ARRRGHHH!" more acolytes died horribly. Swish! Blood sprayed everywhere when one of the wind blades lopped off the head of an acolyte and the head tumbled to the ground helplessly. Slosh! Slosh! Blood sprayed uncontrollably like a geyser. Being able to slice and destroy even the hardest of rocks, there was no doubt as to what the wind blades could do to humans.

"Mom. Mom, please wake up! I need you! I'm sorry! Please wake up! I love you mom!" But there is no reply. And the world's most beautiful hybrid in all of creation's soul is no more. Her black and violet wings lay spread out across the floor. I run my hands across her face closing her sad eyes. There's only one way to kill and angel, be it purebred or hybrid. And that's with an angel blade. A round sword looking thing with runes carved into it. Remi! Remi, watch out! Blaze screams through our mind link. Ignoring the warning I look around the room for Blaze instead. My blood pumps faster, anger boils in my veins; when I see Blaze.

Brendan flicks a gaze at each of the three men, one at a time, before two of them crumple - backward, their spines snapping at unnatural angles - instantly to the ground. Alcina trembles when she looks at their faces, cast with the pale, luminous light of the moon. Dead. The whites of their eyes were grotesque and waxy. Blood radiating outwards from the thin, precise wounds that decorate the center of their backs, where the shadowy blade had pierced them through and crushed their spines. And a blade pierced at their heart – if you look closely - looks precisely like Brendan's claws on the other hand. When Brendan pulls his hand back, sitting next to Alcina, the bloodied bodies of the two mer

The man’s eyes widened in horror, his voice strangled in his throat. “No… no, please!” he cried, thrashing helplessly against the chains that bound him. Liam crouched down, tilting the blade so the man could see his own terrified reflection. “You know I wish I could have mercy ,” Liam whispered coldly. “But mercy doesn’t exist in my world.” With one swift motion, the blade sliced through flesh and bone. The man’s scream was cut short as his head rolled to the floor, thudding heavily before landing sideways, his lifeless eyes still frozen in terror.