Endless Blades Anime Adventures Novels & Stories

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Each blade she pulled out was either broken or blunted after few strikes and at rate she was going, she wasn't far away from exhaustion. Victor wasn't afraid of exhaustion. He was doing just fine. He was teleporting all over the place and every robot that aimed at him ended up shooting his fellow soldiers. The only problem he had was the one that he shared with everyone except for Shin: There was no end to the Iron legion. Yamato's issue was also the same Victor's but Orie had it worse than any one else; he was the one facing Endo. "Isn't it about time you used those your godly powers?" Shiro yelled

The blazing great sword of Koji emits fire every time he swings it and Rian’s thunder blades strike everything they hit. “Don’t you understand? The more you attack me, the stronger I become.” Andos said. “Then, what?!” Koji exclaimed. “You will never consider not kill him, won’t you?!” Rian exclaimed. “That’s none of your business!” Andos sends them flying. They fall quite hard, yet they get up immediately. “We will never let you do anything you want...” Koji said. “We”d rather die...” Rian said. “RATHER THAN WE LET YOU TORMENT OUR BEST FRIEND!” They advance to him really fast.

That horrible mush of flesh grew visibly in front of their eyes and quickly covered the wound. Not only that, he could still talk. He let out an angry cry, looking at Alex with a murderous gaze. “You have dared to hurt me? You puny ant, I will eat you. I will dig out your heart and drink your blood.” “That can be done?!” Alex was surprised. In the next second, the Seven Blades of Death came out again. The ugly child was aware of greatness when he saw it, so he quickly dodged. But, where could he hide? This time, the blade cut through his waist. Alex wanted to see whether the wound would regenerate and close up in this situation.

My stomach knotted. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely steady. Andre’s grin widened. “You’ll see.” He clapped his hands, and two warriors dragged out a crate from the armory. The sound of metal rattled inside. My chest tightened when I saw what they pulled free. Blades. Not training staff. Not wooden poles. Blades sharp enough to kill. Andre picked one up, running a finger along its edge before tossing it at my feet. The clang rang through the silence.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

It's a lot different when you're in the shit. My blade started to glow blue. I was preparing for a [Raiden's Finger]. I lifted my sword into the air forming a large blue electric blade. I was going to cut down Syllia when a dwarf appeared in front of her. He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.