Blades X Heatwave Novels & Stories

The blade was burning furiously, powerful heat emanating from it. "True Dragon Burning Slash!" As Scoot roared, his blade came swinging down hard. The raging blade aura spread all across, and the air exploded. Raging wind galed, and the dirt on the ground rolled about violently. The sand and stones galed into the air, covering the sky with dust, which made it difficult to see. A powerful sword aura clashed with the golden flaming blade. The clash exploded violently with a loud bang. A powerful wave spread out and tore apart all the large trees nearby. Branches and leaves flew everywhere.

" Clang! As his fingers pluck the strings, the zither resounded! Five consecutive waves of sound blades, like a scythe of death, carved out five straight paths in the air, firmly locking onto Caleb and the others' necks and appearing to sever their heads! In that brief moment of less than a thousandth of a second... Twang! A snapping sound! The five sound blades disintegrated simultaneously in front of Caleb and the others, bursting into waves of air ripples and blowing their hair wildly without leaving a scratch on them.

It was as if these people had never seen blood before. Ace grabbed some nearby cloth napkins and pressed them to my bleeding forehead. I looked at him, my tears drying as my cheek still pounded with the memory of what he had done. His face was neutral as he held back any words with everyone around us. “Thank goodness,” Catherine breathed beside me. I turned toward her before following her gaze. I saw someone walking toward me with big black boots and the large, dark tan fireman pants on with a reflective strip at the bottom. Black suspenders hung on either side of the pants, discarded downward instead of up over the shoulders where they belonged. My eyes wandered upward, my heart beginning t

Raising both his hands at us, Hot Ice takes another step before falling flat onto the frozen floor. "Uhhh," JumpStart says, looking at me. "Is he down?" "I think so," I answer, lowering my shield. I couldn't be sure, but the fire on Hot Ice's left side seems to be dying down. It's only a few minutes later before they died out completely. "Yeah, I think Hot Ice is down for the count." "Awesome," SpeedBlade says, sheathing his sword before dropping to his knee. "I'm feeling very hot."

Nor had he gone through Ulysses' or Ellie's pack lands, so chances were that Blade was right where he needed to be in order for their attack to work. River was careful not to crunch the fallen leaves as he made his way through the woods. His Omegas were well-trained; none of them made much noise either. They were down wind, so Blade shouldn't be able to smell them. If he picked out the scent of Ellie's warriors coming toward him, he might hope he was just picking up scents from her village. All River could smell at the moment were the scents of the forest. Decaying leaves, pine trees, the various odors of different animals.

"The metal... pull it out..." "No," I snarled, my teeth bared as I shoved my weight down, driving the blade an eighth of an inch deeper to anchor it against his bone. "We use it." I didn't try to summon a flame to fight Vane. Instead, I opened my core entirely, letting the volatile, hybrid warmth flood straight through my arms and into the iron blade. The imperial steel didn't melt; it turned a blinding, radiant white-hot, transferring the immense thermal energy directly into Killian’s collarbone and down into the dead, frozen nerves of his left side.

The heat was unbearable, the Sol-Ether bubbling as it sensed a predator. ​This was the "Slow Burn" at its most lethal. Caleb looked down through the glass and met the golden, inverted eyes of the King. He had to sever the three main sun-glass tubes, the ones pierced directly into Alaric’s carotid artery and chest in the micro-second between the sphere’s rotations. ​Caleb took a breath that tasted like fire. He swung. The Eclipse Blades didn't just cut; they deleted the matter they touched. Blink. The first tube vanished into shadow. Blink. The second.

The blade caught the dim light and returned it in a thin, bright line. Not a threat. A reminder. If Ares wanted to make this a war, she was already standing in one. The wind picked up again, pulling strands of her hair higher, making the golden sparks around her look almost celestial in the low light. For a moment, the beach seemed to blur at the edges, as though the world couldn’t quite decide where Celeste ended and the tide began. Ares saw that too. His expression darkened. “This is what they have made of you?”

Maya’s POV The gunshot echoed across the dark river. I waited for pain but none came. Julian stood frozen on the other side with his gun still raised. Blood appeared on his shoulder, he dropped to one knee. Alexander Cross stepped out from the trees with a rifle in his hands. His face looked calm but his eyes burned with anger. “You will not touch them Julian. Not while I breathe.”

The sight sent a rush of heat straight to my groin. Goddess above, give me strength. She was beautiful in a way that made it hard to think. Full hips that swayed when she moved, a narrow waist, and those breasts. Goddess, those breasts. They were heavy, tempting, impossible to ignore. I could almost see the faint outline of her nipples through the damp cloth. My cock twitched, filling against my trousers. Unacceptable. “These are the blades you will learn,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. I handed her a lighter short sword, our fingers brushing. Even that small contact sent heat racing through me. “EdgePoint will not wait for you to master them. They will come for blood.”