Blazing Blades Novels & Stories

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.

With a guttural growl, he lunged towards Axe, his movements fueled by a surge of adrenaline. Time seemed to slow down once again as the knife gleamed in the pale moonlight, and Axe's senses heightened, his mind processing every detail in rapid succession. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat thundering through his veins, as his body prepared to face this new threat. Reacting with a lightning-fast reflex, Axe instinctively twisted his body to the side, narrowly evading Kaine's lethal strike. The knife sliced through the air, as it missed Axe's by an inch of his hair.

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.

Please. *Answer me.* The Scorchmark *cracked.* Not breaking. *Opening.* A seam appeared in the black glass. Widening. And from within— *Light.* Not silver. Not red. *Both.* Intertwined. Spiraling. *Beautiful.* The light surged upward. Coalesced. And when it faded— A blade remained. Hovering above the crack. Waiting. It was *magnificent.* The metal was dark—almost black—but traced with veins of silver and crimson that pulsed like a heartbeat.

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.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

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.”

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

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.

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.