Coryxkenshin Social Blade Novels & Stories

Pux said with a deep…well, deep for a gnome…bow. "But how did this happen?" Renny kept staring, her body stiff. All around the condo, gnomes bounced on the furniture, swung from curtains, and were using the kitchen sink like a pool, high diving off the faucet. She was fighting the urge to get a flyswatter. "What makes me this Warrior's Blade thing now?" "Thing? The Warrior's Blade is not a thing. It is a person. It's you." She sighed, doing her best to keep her temper in check. "Why is it me?"

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

said Cornelio in his mind. Varniant type is coming closer to attack, and the ENV-class hold tight his spear to land a counter attack. For a single moment Cornelio just realize if his Encoded Weapon is no match with Varniant’s hardened skin. “DAMN IT!!” Cornelio out of option. Cornelio turn his plasma blade into snake blade and grab a silver projectile then swing it to Varniant type. The result is unbelievable, he succeeded to cut off one of Varniant’s feet.

The thoughts… they rumble in my head that there is nothing clear I can open up. “Adira…” I twitched at the soft melodious voice that suddenly rang out in the air. My gaze then starts to meander from side to side in search of whom did that come from. “Come out who you are.” “Adira… you are the blade.” “Who are you?”

His face was emotionless, except for a flicker of a storm in his eyes. Gary then offered me a training blade, which I accepted eagerly. Its weight was familiar, but my muscles already protested—this blade was heavier than those we used in real fights. This training blade had been made by Alpha Lucien, who said it would help the warriors train their muscles and agility. Gary raised his blade in a defensive stance. "I'll try not to make a fool of myself in front of you." I smirked. "Don't hold back. I'll know if you do."

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

He couldn’t let that happen. “Dual blades: Singular Thrusts: Hundre–“ Quinn caught the blade in his hand, just before the attack was unleashed. His copy frowned. “I was sure I knocked you out with that one.”, He said, jumping away. Quinn’s eyes were still closed when he stood back up, and the copy wasted no time in attacking him. “Try dodging this!” he said, as a hundred after images attacked him at once, each performing Multiple Singular Thrusts. Quinn opened his eyes, an a wave of energy exploded from him. The afterimages disappeared and Quinn reached out into empty space, bringing out a scythe.

They unleashed Resonance Blasts (concentrated pulses of sound and Isotope energy) that slammed against the Sonic Shield, making the blue dome flicker ominously. "They’re trying to shatter the shield!" Kazimir roared, drawing his Underwater Combat Blade (a specialized, plasma-edged knife designed to cut through hardened materials). "We have to break through!" He moved like a steel torpedo, kicking off a splayed leg of one of the Sentries. His blade, crackling with focused energy, sliced through the creature’s chitinous armor, severing a limb. The Sentry shrieked, a high-frequency whine that vibrated through Elara’s suit.