Bloodborne Saw Cleaver Novels & Stories

Don’t worry, Cal, I’ll be careful,” I assured him. As I neared the bottom, I kept my eyes peeled in case. Focusing on my surroundings, something on the step caused me to slip. But I quickly regained my composure and realized it was the missing butcher’s cleaver from the kitchen. I picked it up. “What the goddess is this doing down here?” I questioned. Compared to all the silver blades down here, this is useless. I worriedly looked around the room and couldn’t help but notice the cupboards were open. I couldn’t believe Axel and Jaxon would leave the place in such a mess. They know how dangerous the stuff in those cupboards is.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

I made that clear to him before he chuckled and continued. Silver Bloods? I've never heard of them before. Where was he getting all this from? Now he was just ranting off. "That was what I thought as well—if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I had seen such wolves only less than a handful of times. They are as rare as blood jade diamonds. But in the end, Dr. Carter was able to kill her using the star-shaped pendant. This object is capable of weakening them to their lowest point if exposed to them for a long while. And then he stabbed her, in order for her not to heal fast—until she bled out and died."

The liquid reacted violently, and the figure in front of me was engulfed in a sudden, blinding burst of fire. He let out a howling cry. Seizing the opportunity, I pulled out the pair of scissors and stabbed it into his eyes. Blood splattered all over my face like thrown paint. The man was enraged, swinging the chainsaw wildly in every direction. Unfortunately for him, he could no longer see. I took a step backward, thrusting his pulse points with the existing weapon in my hand. After pulling it out, I gritted my teeth and stabbed it into his heart, then his spleen…

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

It’s birthing faster. I slash another across the face, the shard punching through an empty eye socket with a wet, sucking pop. It screams, a raw, desperate sound. I rip the shard free and ram it into its gut—twist—feel the rotted organs give way under the blade. I shove the corpse aside, boots sliding in the gore, and grab the fallen creature’s broken spear. It’s jagged. Splintered. Perfect. Behind me, the prisoner howls, driving his own shard into the chest of a witch-stitched thing that bleeds thick black pus instead of blood.

Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Orda to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Orda drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger. “Whoever you are, come out,” Orda said, his voice was firm yet still. Even so, a drop of sweat seemed to be dripping down his forehead.

I could clearly see how pale Largo was. The black veins that spread from the wound on his chest were still there. I haven't pulled out the dagger yet. I wouldn't dare to pull it out until I found this Sawang leaf. “This Lycan with you?” I heard Adam's voice beside me. I couldn't think anymore and just nodded while crying.” “Come one, I'll pull out the dagger and you will use the Sawang leaf on his wound.” Adam now also squatted beside Largo's large body and stretched out his hand to hold the dagger that was still stuck in Largo's chest.

The torture room was flooded with a golden light from the bulb and it help Lindsay get a better look of her surroundings and she notices a sliver metal slab. There was a towel on it that looked like it was concealing something.Glory headed over to the table and pulled the towel off the slab to reveal an assortment of torture objects that would be used to rip Lindsay apart piece by piece till she squealed like a little piggy, Glory ran her fingers over the different types of toys, there was the scalp that had a razor sharp edge, a bone saw that was perfect for cutting through bone and flesh, and an assortment of different types of chemicals that were no doubt going to be lethal to vampires.

Fresh scars crisscross his bare torso, a testament to the brutality he's endured. He seems to be unconscious, unaware of my presence as I enter his personal hell. I take my time, savoring the moment as I leisurely stroll to the side of the room where a tray of instruments awaits. My fingers brush over them gently, almost lovingly, a stark contrast to their gruesome purpose. The tools are an array of nightmares made metal - serrated blades, cruel hooks, and devices whose functions will give the bravest of men nightmares. Dried blood coats their surfaces, a grim reminder of their recent use. I sigh, a mix of regret and anticipation in my voice.