Cyberpunk Arm Blades Novels & Stories

Nevan’s voice was a low, jagged rasp. He was standing at the bunker’s heavy blast door. He wasn't wearing his tactical suit anymore; he was wearing the remains of the Syndicate’s experimental armor we had scavenged from the Kremlin’s vaults. It was designed to repel kinetic energy, but against what was coming, it felt like wearing paper. He held a pulse-claymore in his hands, the blade vibrating with a frequency that made the air around him blur.

His gray eyes burned with a fierce, territorial mania, his jaw clenched so hard the thick silver scars along his neck rippled like rigid iron cables under his tactical harness. ​He didn't need kinetic rifles. His right hand tightened around the hilt of his heavy tungsten tactical blade, the metal gleaming with a lethal, dark luster in the shadows. His presence was an unyielding shield, completely claiming every square inch of the territory they walked on.

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

His little brother jumps in excitement as he runs his hand on his hair, disheveling it. Amalia and her mum sat under the shelter in the yard, and Amalia place the guitar on the table, Mrs. Bella wondered what she was doing with it...little did she know, that her adorable daughter could play and sing beautifully..." mum, I going to sing you a song" She informs bringing out the guitar from the bag, Mrs. Bella was surprised yet happy she was going to sing for her...On the other hand, Ethan was watching at the corner, not wanting to spoil the mother and daughter fun moment...She plays on the guitar for a little while, testing it out..." I will be singing you a song titled 'Arms' by Christina Per

Their optical sensors shattered instantly, their synthetic bodies flying across the room and crashing into the digital-jukebox in a shower of sparks and synthetic coolant. "He's not using a data-port!" a terrified patron screamed from under a table. "He's fighting offline!" The remaining two Disciples activated their Mantis-Blades—glowing, high-frequency energy swords that extended from their forearms. They lunged at Caleb in perfect, synchronized mechanical synchronization.

"Firearms?" Blade smiled coldly when he saw this, and looked at Yvonne with a sneer. "There's something you probably didn't know, girl. All of my followers here are martial arts elites, and they're wearing the silk armor that Grand City produced. This armor makes them untouchable by blades or the elements. If you don't do anything rash, it's fine. But if you do, your men will die. Here's my advice. Don't get all of them killed just because of one person."

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.

He had bigger fish to fry with the larger vampire army. With one counter strike, he thrusted his arm forward, piercing through Cobra's chest. Cobra was stunned, Lucas hands had pierced inside his chest to his heart. He couldn't believe Lucas could move like that. Lucas looked at his eyes for the first time, he could see the fear of dying clearly written all over it but it was already too late for him. "Please...", Cobra said before Lucas ripped out his beating heart from his chest, as he fell to his death. Lucas didn't even look up to see the vampires who had jumped up, ready to descend on him from all sides as he went into super speed, ripping through them

The point of no return. With a deep breath, Anya slipped through the opening, the door hissing shut behind her with a bone-jarring clang. The armory was a cathedral of steel and violence, rows upon rows of gleaming weapons lining the walls. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Guns, knives, energy batons – instruments of torture and control. But amongst them, a single object stood out – a sleek, curved blade, its surface reflecting the faint glow of her device. It called to her, a siren song of rebellion.

The impact sent his pulse-rifle skittering uselessly across the room, leaving him completely unarmed against the armored killer. The operative drew a serrated combat knife, driving it down toward Dante's chest with ruthless, mechanical precision. Dante caught the man's wrist with both hands, his weakened, trembling muscles straining against the mercenary's cybernetically enhanced strength. The blade hovered mere inches from his eye, the tip glowing with a low-frequency thermal edge designed to instantly cauterize as it cut through bone. Dante roared, channeling every ounce of his remaining will and the dark, terrifying memories of the crushing ocean depths to fuel his survival instinct.