Blue Flame Swordsman Novels & Stories

Leonard couldn't finish when Iris pushed her body forward and cried out loudly in front of Leonard. "I am not a Rogue. This mark...I don't know...I don't want anything..." She was crying fisting her hands and all Leonard remember was Samantha's words. If her owner finds her and Mark her they would rule all the seven strongest packs. He would never let that happen and that was the reason he chose to finish the story here in his packhouse. If he would let this powerful weapon go he would lose many battles. And everything is fair in love and war so he would choose this path. He needed to Mark her on the Blue Moon before her owner comes. He had to grab this opportunity in this instance.

Explosive Sound hit Athes precisely. There was a sound of explosions from the collision of the two flames between Athes's red flame and Samuel's blue fire. It was quickly seen that Samuel was returning to attack Athes again by releasing a blue flame in the form of a dragon and immediately directing it at Athes. And Athes was seen making a Shield using the Aura of Intimidation which was directed at Samuel's attack in order to protect himself. But that aura of intimidation was still not strong enough to withstand Samuel's Blue Flame Spiritual Power attack making Athes now look badly injured and also seemed to be bleeding from his mouth.

We stop in front of her, our eyes cautiously trained on her agitated form. Apolliana smiles as she stretches her shoulders and produces large white wings and a sword covered in white fire. The sword is unlike any I’ve ever seen. Most sacred swords are metallic with red or blue fire. Apolliana’s look like it's made of glass with white fire. My brothers also take out their flaming swords; Michael and Rafael’s swords are surrounded by blue fire, and mine is also rare with a black blade and handle and black fire. However, none of us are ready to attack. The thought of hurting Apolliana’s makes us all ill.

Neither the Apocalyptic Book nor the Vairocana hand seals were effective for a fight, if not outright unimpressive. That wasn't the case for Barlin, who quickly found his rhythm again after the initial fumble. The flying sword he wielded was meant for swordsurfing. He was not at that level yet, but he had mastered wielding it for offense while he moved it around himself. It was a mystic weapon that Fleur had forged, durable and able to elongate, cutting into steel like paper while also being light and fast. It really moved as one's mind dictated, and would stay locked on a target at will, making it much superior to Charlie's Soul Blade.

"Well, it's better than a rat." "Yeah, it would be nice, Belinda." "i swear that I'll rip you apart, David." "Yeah yeah...you're a good girl" before they started to fight, a blue flame appeared from a strange building on one side of the road, it was like a smithy from the middle age. It looked at the duo with his beady eyes, and they looked at it directly, before it could start its soul devour they slashed it apart with mind blades, and a weak ember dropped to the snow.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea