Romans & histoires Concordia Blade

It was silent and impossible to defend against! However, no one could hear his voice at this time. Everyone put all their attention into the hundreds of bladed energy. Every streak of bladed energy was silent, without any trace. It even formed a straight line without any fluctuation, as if it were nothing. "Boom!" However, the moment bladed energy collided with the white wings, a strong tearing force suddenly appeared. "What?!" Seeing that the Silent Blade had actually resisted his white wings, Duan Kongchen's expression changed drastically. The viciousness in his eyes even became clearer.

The earlier they knew what we could do and how the supernaturals around them functioned, the more they would be relaxed around us. Blade winked at me before he faced the crowd. “I got the approval from your Luna. I guess you will see us disappear…” The crowd applauded, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. They were really excited. “But please come back safely to us!” Someone from the middle of the crowd said. “Of course, you can’t get rid of me yet.” Blade said. “And I know how much you loved your Luna, so I will make sure she comes back safely, too.”

I really needed the short breather to recover somewhat. The short A****n blade was an excellent close-in weapon. I never let her get close enough to use it. Tandem axes allowed me to shred her shield while keeping her at arm's length. My axe bit into her upper left arm right above the elbow. Constanza hissed instead of screaming. She did stagger back. I hopped back three steps, knelt and placed my axes on the mat at my side.

Quinn. “Plasma blades: Singular Thrust!” Quinn smashed into the barrier for the tenth time. He stood up, gasping for air as the toll of using the attack too many times was kicking in. He gripped the hilt of his blade as he sat down on the dome. The news came when he was at the conference, and before Orion could stop him, he was halfway across the continent.

Blade stated. “He still cares for Maddison isn’t he?” I wondered out loud. “Of course... he doesn't simply forget about her.” I let out a phony laugh. So, what else am I expecting? “Crystal.” Blade said. “I warned you, Liam isn't easy to come by, especially with-” “O-Okay! Okay, stop right there. I- I understand.” As I adjusted my position, I cleared my throat. Blade shrugged as he clasped his hands together and placed them on the table, his gaze lingering on me. “So, what part of the vineyard are you discussing?” he said.

Low moans started to slip away from her mouth. "C'mon, Blade! You can't keep resisting it anymore. It's only natural for us to do this. We're mates. Damn it! Moan my name, Blade!" "Then I, Blade Kasandra Reinhardt. rejecting you, Lorcan—" Lorcan stopped playing her meat and put his two fingers in her mouth, stopping her from uttering the whole sentence. Blade's face turned pale when she tasted her own juice. She felt disgusted! "Damn it, Blade. You are really pissing me off..." His brows are lowered and drawn together.

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

“Well then, care to have Dimitris control this blade of grass? I’m sure he can use your wind with much more refinement.” “You’re teaching me.” I glared. “How do I do it?” “Relax.” He shrugged and opened his hand once more, closing his eyes. The blade picked up on its own as if someone had it on a piece of string. Conrad twisted away from me and held up his hands his fingers making a tiny circle as the blade glided through it effortlessly. When it exited the circle he stretched one hand out and with the other he acted as if he were firing an arrow as the blade got caught in the stream hurling through the air until it disappeared.

The Veil’s voice roars—Convergence, the heart endures—and the blade’s runes blaze, its song a call to war. The vision fades, and I roar, slashing the Voidborn’s blade, lunar light burning, Aelys’s aura merging with mine. Cassia’s fire erupts, Renn’s relics flare, Maddox’s shadows bind, Sylvara’s vines lash, and Lysara, Zorath, and Valthor strike, their starlight blades glowing. Seris hesitates, then joins, her Lightweavers’ blades flashing, a fragile alliance.