Compass And Blade Novels & Stories

After that, I took a napkin and dabbed my mouth a little before leaning back into my seat. “I run my own company,” I said shortly and she smiled. “Oh… That’s actually nice. What company is it?” She said with a fake smile. I opened my mouth to reply but Adamson beat me to it, “It's a group of companies actually, and the mother company has been Blade Inc. tough competitor. How many subsidiaries are there, Liza? Five right?” The old man said with a bright beaming smile which I was glad to return, at least he wasn't being an ass like her little mistress here.

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.

He smiled at her, but it appeared to be a mocking smile from afar. Asking, 'Is that all you got?' Her grip becomes tighter. [BLADE LAW] On her other hand, a blade appeared. The blade on her right was burning red, but the new blade appeared to be burning with a bluish flame. She should just give it her all in a situation like this where she doesn't know what to do. {Blade Law (Epic Rank)- According to heaven's law, if the first sword misses, the second sword is a sure hit. Until the skill expires, the user gains Sword Aura.}

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Tanya’s smile faltered for a second, but she recovered quickly, stepping even closer. “You’ve been so distant lately. Is everything okay? I thought maybe after training we could…” “No.” The single word was like a blade. He finally looked at her, eyes hard and impatient. “I don’t need company. I don’t need water. And I sure as hell don’t need you hovering around me every five minutes. Please leave me alone, Tanya.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and hurt. She opened her mouth to speak, but Blade had already turned away, dismissing her completely. He walked off toward the weapons rack without another word.

After that, I bid farewell to Margaret. With my exceptional abilities and creative designs, I was recruited into an international game design company. "Not bad, Lethia. Mr. Fletcher will definitely have you represent us in the upcoming International Game Design Competition! Be sure to do us proud!" I nodded and smiled lightly at my executive director, who had offered me great encouragement. When I entered the competition venue, my hands were sweating, and I kept encouraging myself internally. Suddenly, a loud argument broke out in the distance. I looked over in confusion and felt a sudden shock rising in my chest.

"The full moon gatherings are boring without you." I smiled, hugging her tightly. "I promise. I’ll come visit… and maybe this time, I’ll actually keep up with the dancing." Just then, Blade walked up, a small carved wooden wolf cradled in his hand. "I made this for you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "It’s from our training ground tree. A reminder that strength doesn’t always come from muscle." I accepted the gift gently, my fingers tracing the intricate details. "Thank you, Blade. It’s beautiful. Tell Selena and little Marian I’ll miss them too."

This blade will be mine once this fight over. Clements began to clap slowly, then stopped, his gaze darkening as it fixed on me. “I have to admit, you are good.” He said, eyes narrowing. “No one has ever survived that blade.” He added proudly with a hint of malicious intent. “If you hadn't knocked it from my hand, you would have just lost an eye and maybe even your life” A manic laugh spilled from his lips. “Not to worry” he continued, reaching into his pants and pulling out another blade. This one was larger than the first one; its razor edge curved into a half-moon shape.