Blazing Blades Novels & Stories

His face grim, Colin snorted, "Where did you find this actor? His acting skills are pretty convincing. But no, this won't work. You abused Joyce's cat. We were just gonna let it slide if you apologized to her, but you're too stubborn. Get over here, or you'll never get a glance from me again." At such a point, he was still trying to frame me. I glared at him and looked at my bloody hands from his stomps. I had a knack for painting. With Lauren's support, I never gave up. Once, I beat another girl in a competition, and she came after me. Colin stepped in like a fierce protector. Now he was the one hurting me most. I looked away, refusing to move. His patience wearing thin, he growled, "Come o

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.

Stop teasing and give him a weapon already ( with a chuckle) ZINO : Yeah, I’m gonna give him…. First sealing thunder : seal of the almighty : reverse holding – Blade of the divine unbound ( a white portal opens with a blade coming out it’s appearance was quite shiny with bright light being emitted from it) DAVID : Hey buddy, missed me ( taking the blade in hand)…. Be misbehaving ( referring to Zino) ZINO : Still talking ,short stuff?? ( with the group bursting into laughter) David grunts before rushing to join in the fight

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.

a cold, synthesized voice boomed from the dome’s external speakers. ​"Now!" Elena shouted. ​She didn't run; she blurred. Using the distraction, she scaled a rusted crane and launched herself over the electrified wire. In mid-air, her molecular blades hissed to life, glowing with a faint silver light. She descended on the first Paladin like a falcon, her blades finding the soft seal at the back of his neck.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

Blaze went to kneel by his father, looking at us with confusion in his eyes. “Oh, damn I forgot that’s you’re Blaze’s daddy. It is just so fucking weird.” I said, shaking my head. “Can someone tell me why you’re throwing Blades at my father?” Blaze asked as he helped his dad up off the floor. “Blaze we…” Makahi was about to say but was interrupted when we heard the door open and close. Me, Mina, and Lynn called our weapons out, as Makahi and his men lengthen their claws prepared to attack. They didn’t shift because our studio was to small to hold fifteen big ass wolves. The studio was completely dark, except for the streetlights outside. The filled the room with light in an instant, a loud s

Michael said coldly, "The Blade of the Rising Sun contains the condensation of the heavenly flames. It does not visibly burn, but anything that comes into contact with the blade will evaporate in the blink of an eye without even leaving any ashes behind. Are you ready to meet your doom?" "No," Wilbur said calmly. Michael roared furiously. "Take this!" He ducked to the side, swinging the Blade of the Rising Sun towards Wilbur. Wilbur darted away, moving about ten meters to the side. The spot where he had been standing erupted with a loud boom. Countless black cracks appeared within a ten-meter radius of the space. Wilbur frowned. The Blade of the Rising Sun seemed to be capable of disintegrat

She knew Draven would try to hinder her journey, so she was ready for it. As the first wave of birds dived toward her, she swiftly drew her blade and struck with precision. The silver gleamed as it sliced through the air, meeting its mark with deadly accuracy. Each strike was fluid and controlled, her movements were a practiced dance of survival. The enchanted blade cut through the dark magic infusing the birds, causing them to burst into clouds of black smoke as they perished.