Blue Flame Swordsman Novels & Stories

Green flame eradicates the enemies on the right side. “You came,” Therens uttered as they leaned on each other’s back fighting the enemies around them. Niffa with her flame and Therens with his sword. “I should. I don’t want any of you to get hurt,” she answered and release another flame. Therens felt the burn on his cheek as he felt motivated. “Me too, I don’t want you to get hurt and anyone else,” he uttered as he shouts in range waving his sword, slashing fleshes like it’s the end of world. They both part ways as they eradicate the enemies on their circle.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

"K-k-kill me p-ple-please. I'm r-requesting you. plea---!! " Kazumi wasn't able to finish his words when out of the blue the man squished his cheeks forcefully with one hand and roared, "Who are you to order me? You can't die.... I want you.... I want to have the taste of your body. Your each move is arousing. Just wait a few days and surely you'll fall in love with me." The earlier man with the calming smile just disappeared as if it never existed and deadly beast could be seen in his eyes. The stinging pain in the place where the man is grabbing is spreading all over his face. He felt like if the man grab it for a minute more the flesh could fall off.

hot crowds, and again Villa Farnesina caught fire under the amnari of riots, in the blows of the whip, and of the cries of the boyars shouting from the height of their chariots, a handsome young man with a rather courteous, clumsy face. noble enough for his tense smile, and dead for passers-by, he did not force himself to overtake the wardrobe of the great seniors, he wore an emerald green coat not very new, but also without warp on his elbows, with folds, and on his neck hangs a chain gold, where a large cross, like a well-known order, was hung on the fierce chest, clad in gold with four red rubies, which shone in the end of each arm encrusted, meaning the four winds of the world, a blue s

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Gullveig spread open her palm. A flame ignited in her hand, and within it a crimson short sword began to take shape. She murmured an incantation, and frost blossoms spiraled around the fire in tightening circles. The flaming blade solidified, transforming into a sword of crystal ice. She turned toward the direction facing Heinir Palace and hurled the ice sword forward. Like a blue comet trailing a long tail, it tore across the star-studded night sky and vanished at an immense height in the distance.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

I shivered. "…Are you okay…?" August asked me as he unsheathed his single-edged sword, transforming it into a rapier. "You are shivering too— stick out your arm, Blaze." "Grk……!" August then stuck his sword into Blaze's skin, shovelling out the black bullet from his arm. Blue flames then gush out from his bullet wound, with the mild heat just enough to warm Kuroyuki and me from the cold. …Is it me or his blue flames is healing Kuroyuki's coldness…?

“Tsk!” In disbelief and disappointment as he smirks with anger and regret for being taken and gifted with a chance to redeem himself and put everything back to where it all should be. He tightens his hold onto his sword as flame swirls around its blade. To the illuminating mix of blue and crimson flame, he draws a smile as he waves his sword fast and swiftly, vanishing from where he stands his shadow emerges in second as he appears lunging his swords towards the kid whose smile brightens the dark corner and the moon pave IT’s image. “My, my, my, hot-tempered, aren’t you?”