Cyberpunk Arm Blades Novels & Stories

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

Her cybernetic arm twisted free from under her and struck upward. The punch landed squarely against Arika’s ribs—metal meeting flesh. Arika screamed and rolled off, gasping for breath. “You b*tch—!” Lila wiped blood from her mouth, lip split open, and stood. Arika lunged again, wild and snarling, her knuckles slamming into Lila’s cheek. Pain cracked across her jaw like thunder. But Lila didn’t fall. She turned with a guttural growl, and her cybernetic arm came around in a brutal arc. The sound of impact was sickening—a wet crunch of bone as her fist shattered Arika’s nose.

“It’ll resist the dark magic they’re known for.” Lyra nodded in approval. “You’ve done incredible work. Every weapon forged here brings us one step closer to victory.” The blacksmith grinned, sweat dripping from his brow. “We won’t let you down, Princess.” Lyra and Kane made their way to the armory, where soldiers lined up to receive their armor. The room was vast, its walls lined with racks of polished breastplates, greaves, and gauntlets. Each piece had been meticulously crafted to offer maximum protection without hindering movement - a crucial balance for Lycans and their human allies.

His knife—a monomolecular blade that could cut through enhanced armor like tissue paper—traced a silver arc toward Griffin's exposed back. Only years of combat training saved Griffin's life. He spun with inhuman grace, the blade grazing his ribs instead of piercing his heart, drawing a line of fire across enhanced skin that healed even as the cut was made. But Twin B's assault didn't pause—he flowed from the missed strike into a grappling maneuver designed to break Griffin's neck with mechanical efficiency.

The secret panel slid back out under my hand. The hellblades glowed before I even touched them, still reacting to Aziz unsettling presence, like sudden heartbeats of red. I lifted them free, one crescent for Eren, one for Pelin. “Take these,” I said. “Keep them on you wherever you go. Neither of you have what I have.” “What do you have?” Pelin asked softly. “Aziz,” I said. It tasted like a confession and a curse. The blades warmed their hands. Red bled into their eyes for a second, quick and eerie. Eren whistled under his breath. “They’re so glowy.”

Still, he firmly believed that I had to be alive, and he was going to find me no matter what. Suddenly, a stray bullet whizzed right past him, grazing his arm. Vernon felt a sudden sharp pain in his arm as blood began seeping out of his skin and into his clothes. Yet, he never stopped. He just gritted his teeth and continued moving forward. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly thought he heard someone calling my name. He immediately looked up and saw that I was safe and sound and still in one piece while giving out orders to the medical personnel there.

I don't think I want to get cozy with this guy who has mood swings like a pregnant woman. I took slow steps backward as he came closer to me, he had a stupid smirk on his face which clearly shows he was enjoying this. I started looking around for an object I could defend myself with, that is if he tries something funny. The only thing I saw was a pen placed on top of a file on thd vanity table. I picked it up raising it up for him to see my object of defend, a little sword. He suddenly stopped and began to laugh out loudly.

The sea limbs stab into the wooden wall making their way up to the roof. Tegan looks for a moment watching her as a predator does with their prayer. The black ink that coats his right arm and some of the right side of his armor torso starts to boil like acid. He narrow's his eyes at the tendril on the ground and stabs it with his sword, sticking it in the ground. With his left hand, he plunges his gauntlet into the right arm or shoulder. The points of his finger link making a dent but then revealing through the shoulder itself making a screech on metal sound. He tears through the right side of his armor ripping it off and throwing it to the ground. Now his right side is bare, and the tarnish

I would never hurt my own kind unless threatened. Stralath nodded. Bobby stepped towards the wide window. "I need space, so I don't hurt anyone. Observe. And please don't kill me." "Don't waste our time." Stralath waved a hand. Bobby pulled up his sleeve and extended his right arm. A long bony blade shot from his wrist, and everyone stiffened. "This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies."

Douglas held me tighter as we rushed to Ross's side. He had been stabbed by Laurel, then hit by the car. Blood was everywhere. Ross couldn't speak. His eyes were filled with affection as he looked at me. He tried to reach for me, but his hand fell limply. I didn't know what to do. I called his name, and Douglas began performing first aid, having learned some basic emergency skills during his travels.