Blades X Heatwave Novels & Stories

The first blow struck like a winter storm breaking through glass. The corridor lit with flashes of fire and frost, steel and skin, scream and silence. Emma swung her Emberblade in a wide arc, the edge slicing through the nearest frost-cloaked soldier’s mask. The heat was instant—the creature didn’t bleed, it evaporated, turning to vapor with a hiss. Steve’s blade slammed down into another attacker’s shoulder, driving it to the ground. “They’re not wolves,” he snarled. “They’re not anything natural.”

"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.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

He also wound down the window and said to Judy, “So what if you’re one lap ahead? You guys aren’t done yet. Oh, rather, you guys shouldn’t be able to reach the end of it!” “What do you mean?” “Literally what I just said!” “Idiot!” As Joel slammed down on the accelerator, the sports car roared wildly and overtook Alex’s car fast, leaving him a gorgeous taillight. However, at this moment, something flew out with a whoosh from the car window on Alex’s side. It was the Seven Blades of Death, one of the swords among the Dragon’s Bane of Thirty-Six. Its speed was too fast and wasn’t visible to the naked eyes. The infrared cameras couldn’t even catch sight of its shadow. Then, in less than two seco

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

Her voice was layered, a chorus of a thousand dead voices vibrating through a single set of stolen vocal cords. "I’m not in the river anymore," I hissed, my hand finding the hilt of my silver-alloy blade. "I’m the flood." I lunged. I didn't move like a human. I moved with the desperate, kinetic violence of a mother who had run out of mercy. I bridged the distance in three strides, my blade singing as it cut through the ozone. I aimed for her throat. "Don't!" Ryan screamed from the wreckage of the jet. I didn't stop. The blade was inches from her skin when the Shared Heat detonated in my chest.

He crashed across the battlefield, carving a deep canyon through solid stone. Silence followed. Lucien slowly stood. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He touched it with trembling fingers. Then stared. He was bleeding. For the first time in thousands of years... He had been wounded. His crimson eyes lifted toward Kael and Rhydian. There was no anger in them now. Only disbelief. "Impossible..." The Creator finally rose from the throne. The heavens trembled. "The Twin Blades were never meant to destroy darkness." Kael frowned. "What are they meant to do?"

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on the couch at home, still terrified from my experience. Liam came out of the kitchen with a slice of cake, making me jolt in shock. To my surprise, I found that the stab wounds all over my body had disappeared. I wasn't in pain, either. It was as if nothing had ever happened.