Blades Of Mercy Novels & Stories

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

And it will be impossible for them to destroy the true enemy - the Beast! John inspected his blades and stroked them, especially admiring the sterling silver engraving that showed up as soon as he held them in his hands. The Blades recognized their Master, their Creator. The engraving on one of the blades read: "Ta - revo" - "I am death." And on the other: "Ve'ol, E'khor!" - "Fear, Beast!" "My blades," Black whispered, still holding his blades in his hands. - How, it turns out, I missed you!

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.

Now he stepped forward into the red glow, his face a mask of cold, tactical calculation. He didn't look at me. He looked at the array. He drew a silver blade—not for combat, but for a debt. The scent of Sea Salt and Iron flared as he adjusted his grip, a sharp contrast to the smell of Kael’s rot. "The Mercy faction can't hold the perimeter forever, Phoenix," Ryan said, his voice a metallic hum that rattled the stagnant air. "The Council is moving in. We don't have time for Kael to dry up."

Aria’s voice cut through our shared telepathic link, her silver eyes flaring with a desperate, fierce clarity from behind her flickering shield. The third mercenary had abandoned his cover, sliding down the icy slope with a long, titanium broadsword raised for a downward execution strike aimed straight at my exposed neck. The wind shrieked once more as the dampening net began to buckle under the raw, expanding volume of my hybrid alpha core, the stage set for a final, bloody extraction in the frozen mud.

"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.

It isn't long before Texas and Killer work out the patrol routine and let Mercy and After know that two of the outfit fuckers patrolling the shit dump have turned their back on the entrance. Mercy and After crouch down, moving like leopards through the tall grass. Blades ready and thirsty for blood.

The steel handle was heavy and cold. I slid down the muddy slope, my boots catching on the rocks. I didn't hesitate. I drove the blade straight into the mercenary’s shoulder from behind. The man let out a sharp, high scream. He let go of Dominic’s neck and spun around, his massive arm swinging out blindly. His backhand hit my cheek, sending me flying sideways into the thorns. The knife stayed stuck in his flesh. He struggled to his feet, his hand reaching behind his back to pull the blade out, his face twisted in pure agony.

I said. So Meridia and I started fighting against the Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis, Meridia watched me as I slain one of the Fragmenters and a powerful fiery explosion rang out hitting two more Fragmenters “I must say my supplicant, you’re creative” said Meridia, looking at my fused X-Blade and Dawnbreaker known as the Blade of Dawn “thanks Meridia we, must continue taking out Fragmenters” I said to Meridia, “right my sipplicant, your sanctuary is under your usurper’s control she must be stopped” said Meridia. As Meridia and I took out the small Fragmenters, we saw a giant Fragmenter walking towards us, I look at Meridia knowing she can’t tackle a giant Fragmenter “my

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.