Novel & Cerita Bloodborne Saw Cleaver

"This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies." "It looks like a thin sword." Cleona squinted. "Is that what you use for killing?" "Sometimes." Bobby raised his arm and turned his wrist. "It's very crude and is usually our last defense. A 'Do or Die' weapon." He pointed the said weapon at Galene. "I can't feel hers beneath the skin—except at the elbow, so I think her spike has snapped off—or was sawn off. That's quite a feat—this is ten times stronger than bone. It also doesn't grow back." Bobby shot Galene a sympathetic glance.

The bullet sparked off his shoulder plating. He didn't even flinch. He grabbed Evangeline by the throat and slammed her against the brick wall. "The heart is still beating," the Cleaner said. He raised the saw. "No!" I scrambled through the water, but my legs were still half-numb from the sedative. The saw descended. SHINK. Blood sprayed the wall. But it wasn't Evangeline’s. The Cleaner’s arm fell into the water, still clutching the whirring saw. Marcus stood in the doorway. He was holding a heavy-duty plasma cutter, the blade glowing a violent blue.

After a split second, another loud howl was heard from his side, ensuring he had successfully coated the weapon with his human blood. The dagger started to emit red dazzling light, which was making him unable to see it properly. Soon, the light vanished and the same dagger happened to be in his hands, as it was before dipping in hot silver and smearing in the blood. It looked like the weapon sucked whole of the silver and blood into it. No traces of blood were there. Leevon felt its strength and power. His task was half-done. He cleaned the wound with some antiseptic and covered it with a fresh cloth. Putting on his clothes back, he heard another knock from outside. It could be his father on

Crunch. Rows of deep bite marks appeared instantly on the saber. The creature scrambled up the blade, gnawing its way toward Hayley's hand. Hayley tightened her grip and violently twisted her wrist, spinning herself and the child zombie around in midair several times. Shing! With a sharp flick, the saber vibrated like crashing waves. The ringing blade echoed through the silent hospital hall like a dragon's roar. The shockwave blasted the child zombie away. Before it could recover, the saber fell from above and stabbed straight through its forehead.

Hours did not exist. Then the dark blade arrived. A new figure moved forward, silent and gliding. Its skin looked like wax mixed with ash. In its hand was a thin long dagger that trembled with a power of its own. The Soulcleaver. The Voice stood beside it. “The flame hides in you like a child in the womb,” the Voice said softly. “But it is not yours. It is ancient. Dangerous. It belongs to the Shadow. We will take it from you and give it shape again. Pure.”

"They need the blood that built the frequency." I don't use my claws to cut my skin this time. I drive my right palm straight down onto a jagged, broken shard of glass from the terminal's cracked display casing. The sharp edge slices deep into my flesh, and a violent, thick current of radioactive amethyst blood splatters directly across the optical scanner interface.

There were many things Anderson had never even seen before. After unveiling the tools, she looked at Anderson smiling as if to tease him. “So many tools. So many fun things to start with. Now this, I like this one the most.” Xavier picked an electric saw from the table, caressing it like a long-lost lover. “I love the sound it makes against their skull and their screams but we’ll save this for last.” She moved closer to Anderson and whispered seductively, “In case you didn’t know, it’s for when its time to extract your brain.” She put the electric saw down and picked up a scalpel, walking closer to Anderson.

It wanted to tear apart anything that smelled like the Patriarch. Sam stepped in front of me. “Darius, try to hold it together. This isn’t the place.” I dragged in a shaky breath, staring at the streaks of blood that led to nothing, just absence. My claws twitched. My wolf wanted to answer. As we kept walking, my eyes caught a glint of metal half-buried in the dirt. I slowed, staring at it. It was a sickle. I bent down and picked it up, turning the curved blade in my hand. My stomach twisted. “A sickle,” I muttered.

He stabbed two people with his legs before returning to land and picking up a saw and cut open someone’s face. With a scream, I launched myself at the nearest person to rip their fingers off. When they dropped the cleaver they had been holding, I used it to slice their mouth open, spilling blood all over the floor and myself. God, it felt good to be alive! I didn’t even have time to start feasting when another launched at me to try and stab me with a needle. It only just missed my nose by millimetres. I could smell the bleach on the attacker and see their purple eyes before I hacked them out with my cleaver.

Zac watched, wrapped only in a towel, still holding the bloody knife. "Thanks, honey," I said, popping another clip into my Glock. "We'd better get out of here." "Yeah ..." Zac said, quickly slipping into his clothes, as we heard sirens already coming in the distance, getting closer. I quickly slipped into my leather jacket and boots, then shoved my Glock into the back of my pants. I wiped my Ballistics knife on the gray T-shirt of the dead rogue vamp, then replaced it in the sheath still strapped to my ankle.