Blazing Blades Novels & Stories

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.

Sparks flew from the clash of our blades, bright and alive, and I felt the familiar thrill of a challenge. Kyan stumbled back, grinning despite himself. “Not bad, fire girl.” I smirked, tightening my grip. “Try harder.” We circled each other, blades ready, and then it happened. Sparks again, but this time, they were different. They swirled, catching the sunlight and bending it into a blue flame. I froze, my heart thundering. Twix’s voice cut across the clearing, calm but urgent. “Step back, both of you.” I dropped my blade and backed away. Kyan mirrored me, eyes wide. The blue flames grew taller, circling us in slow, hypnotic arcs, casting a strange frost along the grass.

"Because you're worth nothing!" Aazim, already full of rage lifted the sword high above his head, he held the gaze of Omar for a little longer before bringing the blade down on him.

I so deeply loved my people. Renewed, I scurried back to the workroom, distributing sandwiches and coffee. Alex was hunched over the book, only his attention was not focused on a page, but rather the back cover. He felt carefully along the seam of the leather bound book, tracing the line where the paper met cover, as if he was looking for a weak spot. In his hand rested a small blade, and he raised it after a few moments. He stuck his tongue out slightly between his lips in concentration, his curly hair flopping down and brushing against the page as he sliced it open with surgical precision. He peeled back the canvas layer of the inner cover and sighed in relief, pulling out a piece of folde

The blade caught the dim light and returned it in a thin, bright line. Not a threat. A reminder. If Ares wanted to make this a war, she was already standing in one. The wind picked up again, pulling strands of her hair higher, making the golden sparks around her look almost celestial in the low light. For a moment, the beach seemed to blur at the edges, as though the world couldn’t quite decide where Celeste ended and the tide began. Ares saw that too. His expression darkened. “This is what they have made of you?”

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.

Gavin unleashed everything he had, pushing his divine ability—Rending Wind Blades—to its limit. Countless blades crashed down on Lawrence in a relentless barrage. With Lawrence's stamina and spiritual energy nearly depleted, it looked like he had no way to withstand the attack. Glancing upward at Gavin, he tightened his grip on the Sovereign Silver Spear. Then, he swept it in a wide arc and shouted, "Break it!" A torrent of power burst out and met the descending wind blades head-on. Piercing explosions followed as the spear force filled the sky, breaking them apart one after another before driving straight into Gavin.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

Threads of energy extended from my hand, linking with concealed blades and weapons amassed earlier. The resounding clash of metal against unyielding surfaces reached my ears. The blades were ready. Springing from my crouched position, I leaped upward, left palm raised as a signal to unleash my counterattack. High above the ground, adversaries surged forth, armed with a deadly fusion of blades and energy spheres. With a resolute cry, I unleashed a torrent of energy, propelling a barrage of blades from the earth and boulders. The blades sliced through the air, transforming into a lethal hailstorm.

"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.