Blades Of The Guardians Anime Novels & Stories

Not in anger—in mourning. The Age of the Moon was dying. At the ruins of the Temple of the First Moon, the Seven Guardians stood shoulder to shoulder. * **Killian** stepped forward first. His silver aura erupted like a blazing sunrise, wrapping around the **Blade of the First Alpha**. * **Seraphina's** moon mark glowed brighter than ever, the silver spear in her hand radiating a healing light powerful enough to force back the Devourer's aura. * **Nyxar** stood silently, his crimson power now streaked with silver. No longer the King of Shadows, but a king seeking redemption.

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.

The First Blade flew toward her. The moment she grabbed it, the blade transformed. The silver metal became transparent. Inside it, golden light moved like a tiny star. Ariana stared. "What happened to the blade?" Eryndor smiled. "It remembered what it was." "What was it?" "The weapon that killed the First Star." Ariana's smile disappeared. "What?" The ancient Guardian appeared behind them. "The First Blade wasn't created to protect the Moon Kingdom." "It was created to destroy the First Star." Ariana looked at the weapon.

"The Golden armor and wings you saw are the symbol of a high-rank guardian or head of the guardians. And According to data, we have the last guardian who died in war saving us all. Other than that we have no information available about her and her family but I heard from some elders tales that the whole blood life of the previous Guardian was wiped out in that war. That's all we have but if you wish to know more you can ask for a visit to higher authorities. Well, I thought they were going to meet you, they don't like meeting anyone other than work but you can try your luck." "You know it's not that easy as you are saying, so what's the point?" My head snapped in Alex's direction when he sco

Nathan shudder in fear, hearing his words. “Unfortunately, Aoi Akuma-sama want to keep you.” he squeezed Nathan face firmly. “Now, I wonder what is your connection to his beloved Crimson Blade and that girl.” Nathan stared fixedly at him in perplexed, ever since they picked them up and dragged, he always heard them say, ‘Crimson Blade’. ‘Who is Crimson Blade? And what is it?’

"You will not leave here alive." Lucas stepped forward, his voice steady despite the rising tension. "We’ve come too far to turn back now." The first guardian raised its arm, and the ground beneath them trembled. Elena barely had time to react before the air around them began to distort, like a heatwave rising from the ground. The second guardian had summoned an illusion, creating duplicates of itself that swarmed the group, their movements erratic and unpredictable. "Focus! Don’t let the illusions deceive you!" Lucas shouted, his sword flashing as he cut through one of the figures. It disintegrated into smoke, but another quickly took its place. The guardians were relentless.

-It was as if Romeo knew that the dragon shamans were going to be the guardians' main concern for generations to come. -What indeed was confirmed. The story returns to the past. Guardians and assassins face each other until the fuse starts the battle. -Kill the bastards! - ordered one of the assassins, probably the leader, then the guardians entered in attack position with their swords and staffs while the assassins ran fiercely in their direction. The meeting of the hordes was swift and brutal, the clash of swords echoed along with the thunder, each blow dealt was like the echoing of lightning along the sky and the pouring rain was the blessing of the harvested souls and the water that wash

Blida used her magic to be able to hold on to the branch that she stood at while the other Guardians created not one but multiple wooden barriers that covered those who were unconscious. Edward was thrown so hard that most pieces of his armor were completely destroyed, blood was coming out from all around his body. He was lying on the ground with his left leg dislocated and his right arm… he looked at the leaves above him that was slowly falling. He chuckled as he could no longer feel his right arm. The voices of the other Guardians were slowly fading as they ran towards him. his eyes grew heavier, vision slowly getting darker. "Is this the end?..." he mumbled.

“You will only train with your hellblades as I said” Adem and Adlee pouted but dared not say a thing Uncle Eren opened the box he had carried in his bag and peeled back the silk cloth. My heart jumped when I saw the blades again: crescents of metal glowing faintly, humming with a strange, dark energy. One by one he handed them to my friends. I sat down slowly on a bench at the side, my legs still weak, my eyes tracing every corner of the room. My throat ached, but curiosity overtook my pain. The weapons looked curious. How many lives had they taken? Or were they for training only?

He leaned closer and the blade tighter that it nearly reached my breath, “There is none left devoted to Abberant. Nothing left.” Making a rapid stroke, I clutched my hands onto this guy’s shoulder and flip him over me. He crashed onto the stack of armors but the blades didn’t spare me, leaving a long wound on my neck. As well as it is, five more cadets emerged from the shadows, and all of them were armed with sharp swords. And the aim is me. Damn! This is out of my expectation. They’re all under Vander’s command, they’re all traitors surrounding the entire camp! “Charge!”