Blades X Heatwave Novels & Stories

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

"Swoosh!" "Bang!" The Hurricane Thunder Blade was as fast as lightning and hit light beam of the opponent's axe shadow. It was not just that. Relying on Zephyr Khan's keen perception, this attack happened to hit the weakest part of the battle-axe. When the two collided, a shocking air blast spread out in all directions. Smoke, dust, lightning, hurricane... all sorts of energy flickered and collided within this space, as though doomsday was coming.

The Anatomy of the Thermal-Resonance Blade I began the process with the precision of a surgeon. I laid my obsidian blade—the one that had tasted the blood of the Shadow Alpha—onto the stone table. Using a laser-scalpel from my kit, I carved a hollow channel down the center of the blade, exactly where the 'blood groove' would be. "Leo, Ace... I need you," I called out. The boys stepped forward. They had been training with the Cinder-children, learning how to pull heat from the air without burning their lungs. Ace’s hands were already glowing a deep, volcanic red, while Leo stood as the anchor, his golden aura acting as a containment field.

Threads of energy extended from my hand, linking with concealed blades and weapons amassed earlier. The resounding clash of metal against unyielding surfaces reached my ears. The blades were ready. Springing from my crouched position, I leaped upward, left palm raised as a signal to unleash my counterattack. High above the ground, adversaries surged forth, armed with a deadly fusion of blades and energy spheres. With a resolute cry, I unleashed a torrent of energy, propelling a barrage of blades from the earth and boulders. The blades sliced through the air, transforming into a lethal hailstorm.

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.

Blade and I moved in the same breath, steel and fire in our hands, cutting into the wave that crashed over us. The night exploded into war. The circle cracked around us, the first wave of Hellborn Kings crashing like waves against a cliff. Dirt and gravel sprayed under spinning tires, guns flashing with the faint burn of tracers. I shoved Nova low, her scream barely piercing the chaos. Isla clung to her mother, tiny fists curled like iron. “Stay down!” I shouted over the roar. “Blade, cover the left!” Blade didn’t hesitate. He was already a shadow in motion, sliding behind a fallen crate, knife flashing as he cut down a man trying to flank us. “Move! Now!”

Then I heard the footsteps fade away. “Were safe for now” I said, then looked at Callie, unconscious “my X-Blade has the ability to destroy Corona’s manipulative magic once I defeated someone if they manipulated by Corona herself. This is just the beginning” I said. Meridia sighed in relief, "We'll need a plan. We can't keep hiding.

Elsewhere, an Aqua Marine Pack warrior slammed both palms downward. Massive waves of water surged upward around him before condensing into dozens of razor-sharp water blades. With a sharp motion of his hand, the blades shot forward violently and pierced through his replica from multiple directions. The copy shattered apart immediately. But not every warrior was fortunate. A replica Sacred Flame warrior suddenly swung its flaming blade in a wide arc. The real warrior reacted slightly too late. Slash! His left arm was instantly severed by the burning strike. A horrifying scream echoed across the stage as the smell of burnt flesh spread into the air.

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!