Dragon Blade Naruto Novels & Stories

David exits the Draco but he sees the Draco’s wounded tail snap towards him. He sees the tail move towards him and David swings the dagger at the right moment. The tail and dagger clash causing more blood to spurt out from the Draco’s tail. David winces in pain as his right arm felt numb from the amount of force he had to withstand. Rolling forward, David stands up. He quickly turns around and jumps forward. The Draco who was still turned around feels pain as David pierces its back with the steel knife. Roaring in pain, it thrashes around. David didn’t even try to hold on. He uses the Draco’s trashing to build momentum. With enough momentum, David removes the dagger and he somersaults away,

The big drow yanked on the chain and swung it to the side, sending the blade towards Otheric. The young drow ducked and the blade merely shattered the chimney he was hugging. Without much effort, Nymgos spun the blade around again, keeping Minos and Rei at a length's distance. Anybody who dared to move, Nymgos would toss the blade against them, and pull it away, and spin it up again.

He locks eyes with her, raises his blades in salute, and charges. It’s over fast. He’s strong, but Zayla is stronger, her blood up, her dragon riding beneath the surface. They trade blows—fist, sword, claw. Zander grins, even as she shatters his swords and breaks his arm with a savage twist. He’s laughing when she pins him to the ground, her hand at his throat, violet fire scorching the dirt inches from his face. “I always knew you’d be the one to end me,” he gasps, still smiling.

His swords are cloaked in thick and blazing purple Iru along with heavy thunder and wind as well. “Go!” Doraduo and the Swordsmen of the Stars shouted. “Teknik Jitu: Naga Bintang! (Ultimate Technique: Dragon of Stars)” Varz exclaimed. Both of his swords slash Sunekuo’s head that his body vanished by the heavy clap causing by his swords. Varz sheathes his sword. He remains silent there. "Frans... I’m sorry if I always denied your presence. If only I could convince myself to behave well like a human, maybe we could make some wonderful memories together."

But then Arth was right on time to interfere. [ Blue Dragon Style ] [ First Form ] He pointed Frostcalibur downward and shouted, “Draconic Rush!” The legendary blade glowed in blue and gained power, leaving trails of snow, until its point found the dragon’s nape and buried itself. The beast cried out as Arth pushed harder through its rough flesh, but then he had not taken notice of the long tail coming for him. It swiped him off the dragon’s back and sent him rolling along the dusty ground.

I tell him. Brehm holds tears in his eyes, “My king, I dare not ask for your forgiveness, but I beg for you to let me die. I do not rest, food has no flavor, the sun does not warm me, and the only joy I had was tending to your mother during her final days.” He reaches into a bag and pulls out a knife, “This is the dagger I was given to use. Jonat’s uncle, Henry gave it to me. It is the same one used to kill your father.” Brehm hands me the knife. I remove it from its sheath to find it glowing blue. “This was made to kill dragons or their bound mates.”

Studying. Experienced. Dangerous. Good. I bare my teeth and roar across the sky. “Your master hides while you bleed for him!” The fae laughs softly. “Malrec has already won.” “Then why send you?” I snarl. The dragon lunges. Fast. Too fast for a creature his size. His jaws snap shut inches from my throat as the fae warrior strikes with his spear, the enchanted weapon slicing across my scales with a burst of searing magic. Pain flares down my side.

One of the elders groaned as he defended against Caleb's assault, shouting, "Friend, we understand that you have beef against Tarkin, but you don't have to kill us too!" However, Caleb completely ignored that, his greatsword erupting with black flames! "Apocalyptic Dragonflame, First Style—Dragonbreath!" Boom! The projection of a violent black dragon appeared behind him, its very presence terrifying! "What even is that technique?!" the elder before him cried out in shock. "That spirit beast… Is that a warrior's spirit or a combat totem?!" "World Burial Sword, Second Style—Throttle!" Shunk! At the very next second, one of the flying swords pierced the elder's throat, and he died in pain and h

This will in turn set off the Celestials to enter their individual states of supernova, as one by one, they burn out, flickering like falling stars. It is a beautiful weapon. With a single spark it will start an inferno. “This mighty lance will deliver justice to the Celestials. They have taken advantage of our world for far too long. Tonight, with this miracle, we will purge the celestial menace, reclaiming our pride, our hope, and our future!” A roar cuts through the crowd, making me hold my breath as I look at the source. Cresting over the ridge is a dragon as large as a mountain. His eyes are burning as brightly as his scales, as if within his chest is a captured volcano.

But Nero endured. An old master named Draco, his own legend faded by time, saved Nero from some ferocious beast, he saw the fire in Nero’s eyes as he fought the beasts—a blaze of rage and purpose— he was impressed so he took him under his wing. For five grueling years, Draco forged Nero’s body into a weapon and his mind into a blade, teaching him to harness the island’s horrors. Each scar on Nero’s flesh became a testament to his will, each sleepless night haunted by Natasha’s tear-streaked eyes fueling his resolve. He emerged not as a man broken by cruelty, but as a monster of unbreakable strength, tempered by pain and driven by vengeance.