Cyberpunk 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.

Axe's voice echoed with a deadly calmness, his grip on the blade tightening, "But show your face in front of me again, and I will make sure I push this blade further until it pops out on the other side of your backbone." At those words, Kaine's gaze wavered, a flicker of fear igniting in his eyes, and silence enveloped them, leaving no room for Kaine to mount a rebuttal. Slowly, cautiously, he began to back away, his gaze locked onto Axe's relentless stare. Each step he took was laced with dread, his body instinctively recoiling from the looming threat that Axe posed. And then, in an instant, Kaine turned on his heels and rushed off into the darkness. And immediately, his thugs sprawled on t

Samson said. He puts his phone on loud speaker and dropped it on the table to have a feel of the Night blade. Samson stood up and he unsheathed the sword right in front of Alicia who gulped. The handle of the long sword was a wooden-medieval gold cabinet but the blade was stark and stoic. It could cut through any metal, alloid or repel steel attacks plus the enchantments being installed made the sword more distopic.. "Boss, the Night blade should be installed into one of the mechanincal bots being structured here at Boneridge."

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.

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?"

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

The Blades were more feared than ever since their new generation of women were even brutal. “I believe the next generation would even be more ruthless,” Juliet observed and spoke. “Well, I think the ghosting technique is the best. With Doctor Sarah’s help, they should be able to have more multiple births and look even more identical. The Blades corporation is also expanding very fast, more hands would be needed,” Casper agreed and elaborated in his usual calm tone. “You always have it planned out,” Caddaric smiled in agreement. “And you have learned well,” Casper complimented him.

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

Elena screamed. She didn't wait. She ignited her silver blades, the molecular edges whistling as she carved a horizontal arc toward Cyrus’s back. The Liquidator didn't turn. He leaned back, his body bending at an angle that would have snapped a human spine, the silver blades passing an inch from his nose. With his free hand, he tapped a command on his wrist-com.