Blazing Blades Novels & Stories

Horribly and gut-wrenchingly wrong. I blinked rapidly as I stared at the sight in front of me. I forced back my tears and held down the lump in my throat as I forced a smile on my face and took their order. The blonde beside Alaric slid her hand onto his thigh as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. I bit my cheek as I sucked a breath in through my nose. He smirked, rearranging the hat atop his head as he whispered something back to her. Her cheeks turned red, and I could only imagine what dirty remark he had told her. Were they the same words he had told me in bed last night?

And it will be impossible for them to destroy the true enemy - the Beast! John inspected his blades and stroked them, especially admiring the sterling silver engraving that showed up as soon as he held them in his hands. The Blades recognized their Master, their Creator. The engraving on one of the blades read: "Ta - revo" - "I am death." And on the other: "Ve'ol, E'khor!" - "Fear, Beast!" "My blades," Black whispered, still holding his blades in his hands. - How, it turns out, I missed you!

Lengo pounced forward like a lioness with her blades penetrating deep into the enemy, blood seeping along the walkway and being soaked up into the gravel and staining the grass leaving a scar on mother nature. Krona heard a clunk of a mace hitting his shield and then the heavy weight of an overly large man up against him making him stumble a couple of steps towards the cliff edge, turning he saw an arrow protruding from a mans eye socket; quickly turning he slid his blade into another and then searched for another enemy.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

Massive burning blades screamed through the air, slicing downward with enough force to split mountains. Jagged laughing shards of glasslike energy spun wildly, waves of black fog, thorned vines as thick as a man’s arm, daggers dripping with poison, long obsidian spears, and arrows of moonlight that turned anything they touched to stone, all rained down like a deadly storm. Every strike came at once and the hall was soon turned into a storm of blinding light, fire, shadow, and steel.

The stare-off between Axe and Kaine seemed to stretch on, their eyes locked on each other. The air crackled with tension, the stillness broken only by the sound of heavy breaths escaping their lips. And then, in the blink of an eye, Kaine's face contorted with a mixture of desperation and rage. Summoning the last ounce of strength within him, Kaine's hand darted to the back of his pants, fingers closing around the cold handle of a gleaming knife. With a guttural growl, he lunged towards Axe, his movements fueled by a surge of adrenaline.

“It has to be silver!” “Noted,” Zero bit out, firing again. This time, the creature flinched, a sizzling sound erupting from the wound. “Seems they don’t like it up close either!” He was already moving, a blur of motion as he drew a blade from his vest—a blade I now saw was etched with faint, glowing runes. The world erupted into chaos.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.