Blades X Heatwave Novels & Stories

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

“Gale Blade Storm!” The vortex condensed, transforming into countless wind swords. The blades rushed toward Danial with blinding speed, slicing through the air with deadly precision. Danial didn’t flinch. He pressed his hands downward, and the flames around him surged. The fire turned from a bright orange to a deep reddish hue, its intensity increasing significantly. The heat in the arena became unbearable, forcing many spectators to shield their faces. The wind blades collided with the fire, but instead of overpowering it, the fire’s sheer heat disintegrated them on contact. Tristan’s eyes widened as the remaining flames surged toward him. He braced himself, closing his eyes in resignation.

"I'll keep the thermostat busy. You get to that core and freeze the drills!" The Sentinel lunged. It didn't run; it flowed across the catwalk like a wave of boiling quicksilver. Dax stood his ground. As the superheated scythe swung toward his neck, he didn't try to block it with the heavy iron of his gauntlet the heat would have melted the metal instantly. He ducked underneath the swing and drove his Phase-Knife directly into the entity's shifting torso. The blue sub-ether of the Phase-Blade violently rejected the superheated smart-alloy.

Rose let out an icy cold laugh “Only for my mate…other than that I would rather cut ‘em off with my twin blades than to even glance your way.” Her voice was icy cold and a fire danced in her eyes. The blonde lunged for her again only to be cut across the face from left to right with her swords making and X appear on his face. “You see…I don’t use just any plain old boring swords…these are pure silver…” she said as she placed a bare hand onto the blade “Thankfully for me…I was tortured with the stuff more than once…so now…it doesn’t really affect me as much…but I know those are hurting you bad…you can stop now, but then your face would look pretty with my X on it..”

🍆Powder and Sin🍆 The blizzard howled outside the luxury ski lodge in Aspen, Colorado, turning the world white and trapping everyone inside. I stood by the massive stone fireplace in the lounge, wearing tight black ski pants and a fitted thermal top that hugged my curves, nursing a hot toddy. The power had flickered twice already, and the staff was handing out extra blankets. That’s when he approached me. Kai. The head ski instructor, tall, rugged, with sun-bleached hair, piercing green eyes, and a body built from years of carving down black diamond runs. He’d been teaching me private lessons all week, his hands lingering on my hips “for balance” a little too long.

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.

Gideon’s deep voice boomed. He leaped through the cloud of dissipating steam, his heavy broadsword raised high. The steel blazed with kinetic gold, radiating an intense heat that filled the freezing chamber. Seline looked up just in time to see Gideon bring the flat of his massive blade down with precise, bone-shattering force.

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.