Blades X Heatwave Novels & Stories

I know it as I’m making it. The silence presses in. I hear nothing but my own breathing. Nothing heavy crashing through brush the way something his size should. Then the air behind me shifts. He’s there. Close enough that I feel his heat before I see him. I don’t retreat. The thought flashes sharp and clear, and I ignore it just as fast. I spin and strike hard, both blades driving forward with everything I have behind them. Without hesitation. A killing move.

I surged forward, my movements fluid, faster than I thought possible, the fire blades singing through the air. Our blades clashed—not metal to metal, but fire to steel. Sparks erupted around us, a shower of molten gold and silver, illuminating our movements. Our dance was fast, furious, violent, a dizzying blur of offense and defense. He pushed me hard, his movements precise, calculated, but I held my ground, meeting his every thrust, every parry, my own movements sharper, more instinctive than the last. The fire blades pulsed with every deflection, every blow.

“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.

We'd just gotten started, and yet I was already shaking like a leaf from the force. Julius didn't say anything. He just pinned me down, his hips thrusting into me like a powerful engine. Occasionally, he'd flip me over. This made me feel as though I were a fish being flipped repeatedly on a frying pan. "Stop it…" I panted out, my vision already blurred by tears. I couldn't help but keep gripping my pillow tightly. Had Julius gone nuts? It was one thing to literally screw my senses out with his amazing techniques, but it was another to remain silent the whole time!

"That's intriguing. I might just take you up on that offer sometime." Xaire, on the other hand, leaned forward, her interest piqued. "You have blades, too? I lost my favorite set during my last mission. I've been meaning to get a new one." Khein nodded, his gaze meeting Xaire's. "Absolutely. I have a collection of high-quality blades. I can show you some designs, and if there's a specific style you're looking for, I can get it customized for you." Xaire's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "You can customize them?"

I took one of my blades and stabbed him on his right shoulder. Let me let you in on a little secret, my blades are silver and I soaked them with wolfsbane making it harder to heal. “You f*cking b*tch! What did you–” I laughed, cutting him off. I’m sure I sounded like a deranged psycho. He lounged trying to punch me with both arms swinging. Blocking each one I kicked him in the stomach grabbing a hold of his left arm and twisting it. I didn’t let go. He was seething and foaming at the mouth, I b*tched slapped him with my right hand. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t permit you to.” I whispered-yelled. “F*ck you!” he yelled.

, a hundred blades suddenly elongated into three foot lengths of blue light. “Light sabers!” Jasmine gasped, her eyes enormous. Jayems’ eyes flicked to her briefly. “Energy blades. Blue Death.” He returned his attention to the fray. Faced with a solid wall of lightning, the riders sheered off, shouting blood curdling war cries as they tossed glowing white balls into the mass of soldiers. Unless struck from the air with a sword, dazzling white light exploded where they hit, coating the soldiers with glowing powder. Only one grenade struck, and those soldiers immediately removed from the field.

I became a blur of white and violet. ​I met the first wave with steel. My obsidian blades, forged in the fires of the Shadow Valley, sliced through vampire flesh like it was water. I ducked a claw swipe, spun, and took the legs off one leech. I vaulted over another, driving my blade down through its collarbone. ​It was a dance. A violent, bloody dance. ​I felt the Blackwood wolves hesitate, then join the fray. I heard Kaelen’s roar as he tore into the enemy. We were fighting on the same side. The irony almost made me laugh.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.