Concordia Blade Novels & Stories

[Make lead's favorability rate towards June Weng +10 current favorability 70%] See what I did with the title? Ya'll must have thought it was only one interruption. Lmfao.

"Stop attempting to interfere!" "Sorry," River said for both of them. Blade's eyes cut through him for another second, and then he turned back to face the open field. Blade took a couple of steps back, swung the log in his arm a few times, feeling the weight of it, River supposed, and then, as if he were throwing a discus, he wheeled around, shouting, "Arrggghh!" as the log went flying from his arm.

That was no time to be asking questions because Horra was already prepared to run away. Powerhouses often needed less than a fraction of a second to deal their blows, and Adrian immediately raised his hand to activate his vast mana after receiving the Oculus Blade. At long last, he unleashed the majestic aura of a half-immortal. The next moment, countless rules of divine light converged on the Oculus Blade, the edge of which was so sharp that it could pierce the skin of a person several thousand miles. Adrian waved his hand lightly, and a awe-inspiring sword energy that extended several thousand miles long appeared suddenly in front of him. The sword energy rushed out, sliced through everyth

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

We rode the elevator to the 14th floor where she welcomed me with a warm hug despite the crowd she was pulling with her right hand. “Allow me to introduce Aldrich Blade-Bede. He is the CEO of Blade Inc. That's right. The same company we’ve been fighting with for years. But he isn’t a foe anymore, he’s a friend. CCR and Blade Inc. partnered in the major project of the Balu Resort, and that's why he is here. Mr. Bede, please meet John Connor, the regional inspector, and his team.” She formally said with a bright smile as she gestured to the team of people behind her.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.