Blood Blade Vs Bloody Slash Novels & Stories

Hayley's gaze shifted to the locker. Slash! She drew the blade from her back and hurled it straight at the cabinet. At the same instant the blade flew, the locker door was shoved open from the inside. A zombie covered head to toe in blood lunged out. It looked like it had clawed itself apart. Bloody scratch marks ran from its head down its body as it threw its gore-slick mouth wide and charged. Shing! Hayley's blade landed perfectly inside its open mouth. The poor thing didn't even finish its first attack before it was done.

I became a blur of white and violet. ​I met the first wave with steel. My obsidian blades, forged in the fires of the Shadow Valley, sliced through vampire flesh like it was water. I ducked a claw swipe, spun, and took the legs off one leech. I vaulted over another, driving my blade down through its collarbone. ​It was a dance. A violent, bloody dance. ​I felt the Blackwood wolves hesitate, then join the fray. I heard Kaelen’s roar as he tore into the enemy. We were fighting on the same side. The irony almost made me laugh.

His blade wasn't going to make it. "RAAAAH!" The giant Vampire emit a ferocious roar mustering all the strength that remained forcing his blade to carve it's way through the creature. He felt as though he were lining up on a football field trying to force back an entire squad of linebackers alone.... The bright side, he happened to be stronger than a squad of linebackers. Though it took almost everything he had his blade finally cut through the monstrous flower. The upper half listed to the side club still hefted over head as it fell.

Even Rendok, who had commanded the attack, stood frozen, his conviction destroyed, his mind grappling with the reality of their defeat. Blaze lowered his hands, his expression cold and unyielding. He was a force of nature, capable of decimating even the mightiest of foes without breaking a sweat. As Blaze stood amidst the carnage, suddenly Rendok pulled out a silver knife, lunging at Blaze from behind. Blaze, sensing the attack at the last moment, spun around, but not quickly enough. The knife stabbed through his palm, the blade emerging on the other side. Blood spurted from the wound. Gasps echoed through the crowd, faces paling at the sight of Blaze's blood.

Alejandro said as though he was having a normal conversation causing Blade's eyes to widen. Slaughter walked towards Blade, and before Blade could fathom what Slaughter was about to do, he found his thumb in Slaughter's hands, throwing it up and down as though it was some kid's toy. "Argh!!!!" Blade yelped in pain as his blood poured on the floor. His eyes closed as he couldn't stand the sight of his own blood or his thumb in Slaughter's hands looking like some toy. "He is not sharper than my blades," Slaughter confirmed and bowed on the floor before walking out with wishes that he would get called again.

"Shame. You have the strength and the speed, but you're not breaking through my defenses!" Then, putting his palms together, he growled, "Taran… Slash!!!" Boom!!! He shot in the sky right then, and each wave of his palm releases an airblade thousands of feet long, straight at Caleb! Shar's both hands were swords, each wave tearing deep ravines into the ground where Caleb stood, stretching over dozens of feet long! He was a sword incarnate—his violent strength airblades that could match Caleb's speed and greatsword! Caleb kept dodging, streaking up the skies or dashing over flat ground!

Something haunted. Our blades danced again. She slashed at my left shoulder. I dodged. She pivoted a low sweep at my legs. I jumped. I swung, high and heavy. She blocked it, but I saw the strain in her arms. Her blade grazed my side. Pain exploded across my ribs. I growled and retaliated with a brutal slash. She ducked, but not fast enough because I caught her arm. Blood spurted. She hissed. Staggered.

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.”

Killian, anticipating their move, executed a picture-perfect somersault, his blades flashing in the dim light as he passed between them slashing both their throats. One Lycan met his steel head-on, its claws skittering harmlessly across his vambraces. With a brutal twist of his wrist, Killian redirected the force of the blow, slamming the hilt of the blade into the beast’s jaw with a sickening crunch. The Lycan crumpled lifeless to the ground,