Compass And Blade Novels & Stories

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.

Greedy Wolf shot into the air, clashing with Prison Suppressor mid-flight. Under the will of their wielders, the two blades began to duel in mid-air. Blade lights flashed, and deadly energy swept across the field. Even the morning sunlight dimmed and brightened sporadically under the fluctuating blade aura. The murderous aura radiating from both weapons was overwhelming, but Greedy Wolf had a distinct advantage—it carried the power of starlight, which gave it the upper hand. During the exchange, Stone made a surprising discovery. There was a fledgling spirit inside that blade!

For a moment, Huxley Ward got goosebumps. He even felt the blade in his hands quivering. “You… Who are you?” “Blade Maniac.” Zeppelin Wayne uttered those two words succinctly before striding towards Huxley. Hands raised. Swords swinging… Clang… There was no fancy flourish when the Reversal Blade came down without the slightest delay. It wasn’t quick. But it was oppressive. ‘Ah…’ Under the extreme duress, Huxley could not help but cry out in his head.

It lightened up the mood. So I took a deep breath. "I'm busy but I think I can do it." "Do it," he commanded. "What's the catch?" I asked. "None?" he immediately responded. Dad laughed as he saw how my brows met. "Except for the fact that it will be easy for you since..." He paused as he looked at Meter who's quiet for a long time. His eyes turned back at me and showed me a proud smile with an aura of formality. "Rhyme's team will be your partner for photography..."

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

I jumped after him. The impact was hard, but I rolled off, pulled my cutter and activated it. The blue-white blade cut through the thick, damp air. “A companion, left!” Kael called when two of the creatures jumped from the side to me. I ducked, my movements were almost intuitive with his Adopted by the Commission. While I was rolling under the first veil, Kael rammed the second his knee into the skull and shattered his crystalline armoring. I stabbed with the cutter, my hand was calm, my breath was even. We were

of the Tuning Forks was instantly neutralized, the energy grounded through the salt-mist and the Blade’s obsidian core. ​The Apostles stumbled, their fiber-optic robes short-circuiting in a shower of violet sparks. ​Kael didn't stop. He sprinted past them, reaching the main drive-shaft. It was a pillar of solid steel, three feet thick, spinning with enough force to grind a mountain to dust. ​"This is going to hurt," Kael muttered. ​He raised the Hush-Blade and brought it down on the spinning steel.

His face grim, Colin snorted, "Where did you find this actor? His acting skills are pretty convincing. But no, this won't work. You abused Joyce's cat. We were just gonna let it slide if you apologized to her, but you're too stubborn. Get over here, or you'll never get a glance from me again." At such a point, he was still trying to frame me. I glared at him and looked at my bloody hands from his stomps. I had a knack for painting. With Lauren's support, I never gave up. Once, I beat another girl in a competition, and she came after me. Colin stepped in like a fierce protector. Now he was the one hurting me most. I looked away, refusing to move. His patience wearing thin, he growled, "Come o

"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."