Blades Of The Guardians Anime นิยาย & เรื่องราว

with that she picked up 3 stones and threw them in random directions, making the guardians run off in that direction leaving only one at the door. She quietly tiptoed out of her her hiding place and ran to the door, attempting to push the guardian away when she felt a slash at her chest, forcing a gasp of pain out of her. The force and pain of the slash immediately pushed her down to the ground, her hands automatically went to her chest as blood dripped out from the slashes. She laid on the floor unable to move or make any sound, the poison from the slashes making her body grow weaker by the moment, as the other guardians surrounded her making her feel more claustrophobic.

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.

My eyes snapped back to the tall guard “It had been a while since…well, since he left for his patrols, Your Highness, I’d gone with three of them into the dark woods, we…we thought he had gone off to shag some woman-” Blade hissed, his bright black eyes becoming unfocused as he stared off into the distance before he clapped one hand against his thin lips as if to hold back vomit.

Maybe more. Elior moved first, his Veliblade igniting with brilliant light as he met the first advancing guardian. He struck fast, aiming for the joints, but his blade merely scraped against the dense stone. The statue retaliated, swinging its massive sword in a heavy arc. Elior barely dodged, rolling to the side before slashing again. Sparks flew as his blade met resistance.

It was one of the guards. I had seen him when I had that vision for the first time. Adrian was ready to fight that guard. But I couldn't let him. "Adrian! Take all these people to safety. I will take care of this moron." I ordered them. Adrian nodded his head and they walked away, leading the humans out of the kingdom boundaries. Thankfully, we were still inside the palace. The guard was a lycon. His furry huge body, razor sharp fangs and claws were the evidence. I had never fought with any lycon. As I didn't have much time to get my sword, I was practically armless. But it was a palace of a power hungry werelion. He had his walls filled with all kinds of weapons. What else I would have want

I gripped the hilt of my sword, the flames dancing along the blade in sync with my heartbeat. The Guardian lunged at us with incredible speed, its massive form a blur of elemental fury. Alder's earth magic formed protective barriers, blocking its assault while Celina used her water manipulation to create a shield of ice. But the Guardian was relentless, and we knew that defense alone would not be enough.

She did not drop her outstretched hands while her weapons were firing steadily. Elize counted the contents of her magazine, and with just a few shots she had to reload the bullet. To Elize's incomprehensible feeling, there seemed to be something hot surrounding her. She thought that the bullet would hit her, but no, it was like magic that the bullet that was supposed to hit her would suddenly turn the other way. Meanwhile, Lucian spread his wings again and they were both inside with Elize who had no idea what was happening. 'That's why Andra preferred to leave as a guardian because you cause headaches. ' Said Lucian.

I clutch my hands, half expecting to see them ignite again, but they were still, … … ordinary. A sharp breeze whispered through the room, causing the shadows to shift eerily. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my body trembling. My gaze fell to the small dagger resting on the bedside table, a gift from Sam after our last training session. Its blade gleaming faintly in the moonlight, .. “No… no it can’t be” I whisper to myself, picking up the blade with trembling hands.

Her fate. The Stone Blade waited at the heart of the mountain—an ancient weapon whispered of only in myth. Said to be forged in the fires of the first eclipse, it was the only thing that could sever a bond forged through corrupted magic. A bond like the one that still bound her to Nyros. "The Trial of Flame cannot be undone," the Guardian warned. He was a creature of living magma, faceless, cloaked in steam, his voice like thunder rolling through stone. "Step into the fire, and you either emerge reborn... or not at all."

He looked at the only thing in the house as dangerous as himself. "Don't let your edges go dull because you're afraid of the damage you do," he whispered, leaning down until the scent of cedar and ozone was a physical weight. "The Syndicate is coming to harvest you. My guards are coming to contain you." He pressed the handle of the obsidian blade into my free hand. His singed fingers brushed mine, and the contact was an earthing wire—a violent jolt of heat that made the silver threads on my temple ignite with a defiant spark.