Blazing Blades Novels & Stories

Not vampire speed. Not coyote speed. Light speed. The world blurred. I was beside Remy before he hit the ground. Caught him. Lowered him gently. His fur was warm under my fingers, chest rising fast. The king turned. Stone eyes tracked me—impossible. I smiled. “Let’s try that again.” I flung the light blades. They sliced through stone chains like butter. Links exploded into dust. The king roared. Reservoir water boiled. Seras joined—maple fire weaving with my Light, creating solar flares that lit the mist gold.

The world exploded into scent and sound and raw power. When the shift was complete, Blade stood there, massive and panting. But his eyes, when I looked through them, were not the chaotic red-blue of the curse. They were a clear, focused, burning hazel. My hazel. I looked down at the map clenched carefully in his teeth. Then I looked north, towards the distant, jagged line of the Seven Mountains on the horizon. With a powerful thrust of his hind legs, Blade launched forward. Not in a destructive rage, but in a single-minded, world-eating sprint. We were a black arrow shot from a bow, tearing through the forest, driven by one thought, one hope, one deadline.

With that in mind, Blade started to go crazy. He let out an angry roar as he shot forward like an arrow, rushing at Chris once again. There was a crazed look in his eyes and he was determined to injure Chris at all costs! He shouted out, "Die!" The chakram in his hand sent out five slashes in a row. All of them emitted a chilling glint. The five slashes contained incredible killing intent. In a flash, they appeared in front of Chris. Chris let out a light laugh as he formed seals once again, causing starlight to surround his body.

The air seemed to vibrate with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words, as if the very act of destroying the knife had become a declaration of intent, a statement of my capabilities “Bold of you to assume we have provoked them at all.” Blaze said. My eyebrow arched upward in a subtle, inquiring gesture. “Cryomancers never attack unless provoked, it’s not in their nature.” My response was measured and neutral, carefully calibrated to avoid any hint of sarcasm or provocation. Blaze's reaction, however, was telling. His eyes, those piercing, intense orbs, betrayed a flicker of concern, a glimmer of worry that he couldn't quite conceal.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

"Mom. Mom, please wake up! I need you! I'm sorry! Please wake up! I love you mom!" But there is no reply. And the world's most beautiful hybrid in all of creation's soul is no more. Her black and violet wings lay spread out across the floor. I run my hands across her face closing her sad eyes. There's only one way to kill and angel, be it purebred or hybrid. And that's with an angel blade. A round sword looking thing with runes carved into it. Remi! Remi, watch out! Blaze screams through our mind link. Ignoring the warning I look around the room for Blaze instead. My blood pumps faster, anger boils in my veins; when I see Blaze.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.

“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.