Cyberpunk Arm Blades Novels & Stories

No, no, no. Her fingers brushed something on his belt. A knife. Small, but sharp. Ruby seized it and slammed it into his arm. The hybrid screamed, dropping her. She hit the ground hard, white-hot agony ripping through her, but she rolled onto her stomach, gasping, dragging herself away. Pain, blood and darkness. Keep moving. The hybrid ripped the blade out of his arm, fury twisting his face. He stomped toward her, murder in his eyes. Ruby pushed herself up on shaking elbows, trying to stand, the door behind the hybrid exploded inward.

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

Bugs bugs Aiden elbowed the burly man's neck one by one until they fell down with a look of pain etched on their faces. Plus the slashes that Aiden managed to inscribe on some of their arms, managed to make them easier to overthrow. Seeing that, Rania immediately stepped forward while pointing the muzzle of her gun at Aiden. She knew that the two weak guards couldn't beat Aiden, but she was only using the two stupid guards to buy time so she could prepare her weapons to kill Aiden right now.

voiced the one with chestnut hair and aimed the rapier at me. I narrowed my eyes and clenched my hands. The bleeding from my arm gradually stopped as I pulled the dagger out and clipped it on the other. “I don’t remember having any debts.” With that, I launched my attack using the rapier that intentionally aims at her legs and quickly uprooted it from her body. Everything went dark in my eyes and the growls and cries became nothing but cricket sounds. The remaining two slashed and played their swords, walking slowly around me. What kind of time-wasting are they doing?

This was another system protocol written into 2Pac’s program files. Mark brought up his robotic suit’s ammunition blockers, which were two triangular-shaped energy blast proof shields. The two shields activated themselves and they arose out of both of the robotic suit’s arms. Mark tried to block the gunfire coming from two 3D printed handguns that 2Pac pulled out of two mechanized pockets that emerged from his abdomen. The battle began as a gunfight, and so far Mark held his own against 2Pac. He activated his nuclear-powered energy sub-machine gun and fired away at 2Pac.

In the blink of an eye, Caspian rushed toward Lennon and stabbed out with his spear. "The Firmament's Ghoul-Locker Spear!" "You can't break my defense!" Lennon was flustered, and he roared madly, raising his hands to block himself with his thick and sturdy arm-guards. When the arm guards overlapped, they were just like steel that ordinary sharp weapons could not even leave a mark on them. "Is that so?" Caspian's mockery sounded. The next second, Lennon felt as if a cannonball hit him. The terrifying force that could shatter the sky dashed over, blasting Lennon's arm guards into pieces with a loud bang.

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.

Under the faint moonlight, I could see the ugly discoloration spreading across his arm, blue veins darkening into black beneath his skin. Clearly the poison was working its way through his muscles. “Pathetic,” I muttered quietly. Without wasting another second, I grabbed the dagger lodged in his flesh and snapped it out in one swift motion. His breath hitched violently. “Fuck! What the hell!” “Quiet, child,” I grinned playfully, stepping closer to examine the wound. Damn. He had a great body. Even under the dim moonlight I could see the defined lines of his back and shoulders, muscles shifting beneath his skin as he tried to hold himself steady despite the pain. My fingers trailed briefly al

Dominic hammered his fists into Jarek’s chest, but Jarek’s skin was hard as tempered steel. It was a brutal, ugly fight. There was no grace, no supernatural agility. It was the sound of skin bruising and bone cracking against stone. "Dominic, get away from him!" I shouted, scrambling to my feet. I saw the way Jarek’s arm was shifting—the flesh literally receding to reveal a long, serrated blade made of cold, surgical carbon. Dominic didn't see it. He was too focused on the kill. "Dominic, look out!"

The crack of an assault rifle rings, as plasma pulse coated bullets tear through the house on top of them. A man emerges from cover, his face is covered by a metallic visor that bristles with neon lights. His cybernetic arm were holding onto a garrish cannon, firing a ball of searing red energy at the two. Sol and Leyland dart deeper into the compound as the door explodes from the energy weapon’s impact. The roof at the front breaks, the walls shatter as a pile of rubble forms at the entrance.