Blood Blade Vs Bloody Slash Novels & Stories

“—is the true way to fight and win fair and square.” Dario had already concluded that this man was mad but he was dying to see the face behind the voice. He let the voice continue. “I made you overdose on wolfsbane. Luckily for you Lycans, it only weakens your Lycans for a while.” Dario took in several breaths to stabilize his train of thought. Breathe in, Dario. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

She polished them and trained them through this small window of time since then, and was now showcasing it as she bathed the monster's tender flesh with hundreds of consecutive slashing attacks using knives coated in her blood for extra damage dealt! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! Perhaps her damage output was low, but she merely needed to abuse her incredible speed and her dagger techniques and Jobs to rush towards the monster and bathe it with a multitude of attacks per second! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! Meanwhile, several blades made of crystalized blood emerged all around her, which she controlled wonderfully, spinning around with her slim and beautiful body, slashing through everything wi

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

(Harper’s POV) The angel blade glowed as I reached for it. I pulled it from the hilt on my thigh and spun, slicing the now fully lit up blade through the two vamps that were closing in on me. They barely had time to recognise that their time was up before the light left their eyes and their demon blood burnt them up from the inside.

Because apart from the breathing movements of the chests of the two, there was no other indication that they really were in the same realm as the rest of them. It was only after a while that Liam began to speak. "So how do we calculate this?" he asked in a low voice. Mila took a deep breath and blinked a few times when she heard the question. "I think I won this fight," she replied casually. "I slashed you first." "But, I am not dead," Liam replied not wanting to lose. “And it seems your position is far less favorable than mine.” Mila looked at herself and actually she agreed. Vampires don't die immediately when you stab them, but it is certain that vampires will die when you slash their hea

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.

The clash of swords and spears rang out sharply, ripping through the quiet of the late afternoon. Though the Ivyshade warriors held their ground with equal ferocity, they quickly fell into disadvantage. They were accustomed to agile, long-range combat or swift surprise attacks, not prolonged close-quarters fighting. The Blood Moon warriors, on the other hand, were physically stronger, fought with disciplined brutality, and were now raging like provoked beasts, growing fiercer with each blow.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

Eyes paused on the three leaf clover image of the Townsend that hung on the wall. I returned to my reading. Till her voice cuts through the air. “She is doing well” she says, taking the farthest seat away from the head of the table. “I did not ask” not bothering to lift my head from the book I was reading. I needed to figure out how to extract my blood from the blade now that it is in my hands. If I could do that, the blade was a quarter of a fraction useless to my opponents. The remaining third would fall in place later.