Novel & Cerita Blades X Heatwave

I’m still having some fun and unleashing all of my repressed fucking rage on them. I stride over to my table of toys. I scan over all the different torture devices as if I were a young kid at a candy store. My eyes widen with a sense of glee as wave my hand over the various whips, blades, saws, and a large bottle of wolfsbane. Don’t want these lower life forms to heal too quickly. My hand stops over a large silver blade. This is a nice blade- nine inches of pure silver, with a serrated edge and sharp point, perfect for fileting meat. With werewolves, we can heal from silver, but if infused with wolfsbane, scars will be left. I think this is an experience Justin should remember…for however lo

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 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.

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.”

“I’m Julius. This is Liam and Mark. We’ll be your opponents since you fools thought you could just walk in and win.” He says it like we’re already buried. I take a long drag of my cigar, blow the smoke right in his smug face, then toss it to the floor. “I don’t need introductions.” I crack my neck left, then right. “I need blood.” I toss my gun aside, unsheathing my twin blades, forged with wolfsbane and reinforced silver. The blades hum. “Let’s dance, assholes.” They move like lightning. Julius lunges for me—fangs bared, claws slicing through the air. I twist, barely dodging as he rakes a claw across my chest armor. The metal screeches in protest but holds. Bastard has strength.

Chapter Seven; The Alpha Unbound Kael’s POV --- Pain…. It came in waves now. Not sharp, just…endless. Like a dull blade sawing through, His wrists had long since stopped bleeding. His skin had healed, cracked, and bled again beneath the iron cuffs warded with spells not meant for wolves but for something much older. He could feel her. Eva. She burned through the dark like a star. Every surge of her power sent a shockwave through his spine. He felt it in his bones, in the bond that no longer simply hummed, it