Blades X Heatwave Novelas e Histórias

Need to remember we are on the same side. He grinned that sharp way and bumped my shoulder. Smart move Captain. But do not think this fixes everything. They still split on us. A veteran wandered over already buzzing. Evan this place is perfect. Lake. Fire pit. No coaches watching. Exactly what we needed. You throwing this to shut up the mole talk? Yeah something like that I answered. Drink up. Laugh. We are Blades tonight. No sides. Just us. The young winger joined us fast. Best party all year Cap. Kade you gonna show us some of that Russian drinking style later?

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

I would be burned down to dust and ashes if I dared to move towards them. Another piercing howl escaped their fiery lungs and the heat wave burned everything in their paths. I jumped back to evade the heatwave. They stepped forward at the same time and I noticed that they left behind footprints of fire. I pulled out three silver daggers and hurled it at their heads. It was a foolish move. My blades did not even touch them. Pure silver blades all melted into hot liquids mid-air. The one in the middle growled lowly and I could understand its fiery language. It called my name as it marked me for death.

The Veil’s voice roars—Convergence, the heart endures—and the blade’s runes blaze, its song a call to war. The vision fades, and I roar, slashing the Voidborn’s blade, lunar light burning, Aelys’s aura merging with mine. Cassia’s fire erupts, Renn’s relics flare, Maddox’s shadows bind, Sylvara’s vines lash, and Lysara, Zorath, and Valthor strike, their starlight blades glowing. Seris hesitates, then joins, her Lightweavers’ blades flashing, a fragile alliance.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

Reaching for his side, Ymir unsheathed another blade, and in the same instant the ones in his hands vanished. I backed away immediately after witnessing the change of blades. I didn't want to rush forward with an attack when I wasn't sure of what these new blades could do. It was safe to assume that each of them possessed unique abilities, someone like this couldn't possibly face the Lycan with ordinary blades. People like him were way too proud to even think of doing so. "These blades nullify healing of any sort, do not think you'll heal back after I cut you to pieces with these blades." He educated. It was a foolish thing to do, but I was pleased he had opened up.

“Also, this time a few blades would be invited just to the after party to show our bond in this union, we can't let others think we are still at war and don't worry we are not holding here this time.” The look of dissatisfaction on their faces was so obvious and it was exhausting. “But Xander, we can't risk letting the blades getting too close to us presently,” Abe said. Well, I don't want it too, but I need the blades to leave their place for one day at least. “Do you really think I'm just letting them come to the party for nothing, my statement is not going to change, the blades are coming to after party and that is final, is that clear?”

FAREWELL TO WAR POV: Xavier & Ceres (Shared Narrative) Cedar Ridge – Morning Mist The blades were not ceremonial. They were real. Worn. Blood-etched. Memory-heavy. Xavier stared down at the pair of swords laid across the stone altar before them—his and Ceres’s. Both had ended lives. Both had saved them. Both had nearly cost them the very future they were now trying to embrace. Ceres stood at his side, silent, wind tugging gently at the strands of her hair. Her eyes remained fixed on the horizon where Flamewatch had once burned red—and now shimmered green with rebirth.