Cyberpunk Arm Blades Novels & Stories

Blade pivoted, swinging his knife, sparks scattering as steel met steel. I felt our daughter tremble against me. “Daddy…?” she whispered. “I’ve got you, baby,” Cruz said, spinning to shield us both. His chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. “Stay close. Don’t let go.” The shadow lunged again, striking Cruz’s shoulder. Pain flared across his face, but he gritted his teeth, swinging the gun like a club, forcing it back. Blade slashed, cutting across the figure’s arm, but the thing seemed to absorb the blows, twisting, disappearing, leaving only the scrape and ringing echo behind.

Some edged towards the exit, but their way out was blocked as more Reapers poured into the room. The drill was twice my height. On its side, I spotted silhouettes barely visible through a foggy glass door. It wasn’t just a drill—it was a transportation vessel, wide enough to contain ten men. I kicked off the ground and flew above the crowd. More drills bore up through the floor, which now looked as though it had been struck by an earthquake. Men in armor charged out of the drills, their heads fully covered by helmets with crosses painted on them. They moved with surprising agility, wielding strange firearms and long, buzzing blades. At the time, I did not know what to call them, but I now kn

I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing so many naked people daily. Lincoln and Piper rushed over with two pairs of sweatpants. Lincolns chest bare and Piper in the same outfit as me. A black sports bra, Japanese cargo pants, and combat boots. A blade was sheathed to her left arm and another on her right thigh, along with a couple of syringes of wolfsbane. We also had a handgun loaded with silver bullets as a last resort strapped to our hips.

"If killing me is what you need to heal, do it. But let Hartley walk out of here alive. That is my confession. That is my admission. I love someone enough to die for them. Something I could never do for Elena." Vivian hesitated. The knife wavered. And in that moment, Lily swung the baseball bat. It connected with Vivian's arm. The knife clattered away. Vivian screamed, clutching her wrist. I grabbed the knife, cutting Declan's ropes with shaking hands. "Can you stand?" I asked. "Barely." But he tried, using my shoulder for support. Vivian was on the floor, still screaming. Lily stood over her with the bat raised, looking shocked she had actually hit someone.

Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell even heavily armored foes. "Come forth challenges, for you will meet your end upon my chains, until we find the map's missing piece," Voicing out, Serene, as the Chainblader, cracks her knuckles, ready for whatever awaits us in the shadows as she pulls out her scalpel chain, a terrifying weapon that can eviscerate flesh with one swing. Its many blades glint menacingly in the torchlight. That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces.

They were cold against my palms, the weight grounding me. I moved to the weapons rack. A row of knives and blades. Batons lined the wall. My hand hovered, then settled on a serrated knife with a silver edge. The blade was long enough to cut through enhanced skin if it had to. I tested its balance. I flipped it in my hand. I felt the pull of gravity against it. Perfect.

He popped up inside the brute's guard and drove the phased gear-axe squarely into the side of the Sun-Guard's golden helmet. The Phase-Blade didn't care about armor density or kinetic shielding. It bypassed the physical matter entirely. The axe cleaved cleanly through the helmet and the cybernetics beneath it. The brute short-circuited instantly, dropping like a felled redwood. "The phase-tech works!" Tank hollered, wading into the fray with his heavy trike, swinging a massive logging chain that Leo had coated in Origin-Code. The glowing blue chain wrapped around the legs of another Sun-Guard, slicing cleanly through the servo-motors and bringing the giant crashing to its knees.

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.

He raised the long black mechanical blade high in his hand and slashed down! Squeak! The entire modified car was cut apart by the Necron! Boom! An explosion raged through the streets! The Necron was covered in the blazing flames. The long black blade in his right arm changed forms with a click into a submachine gun. He fired at the soldiers approaching from both sides of the street!

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.