Endless Blades Anime Adventures Novels & Stories

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Eileen saw that and called out again, "Infernal Blade!" The hundred swords multiplied into a thousand swords, hovering around Suelyn. There was a spirit energy connection between each sword, turning them into a prison of swords. The Infernal Blade attacked, and a thousand swords slashed and stabbed Suelyn at various angles. At last, they were able to stop Suelyn from moving closer to Eileen. Constantine took the opportunity to let out a cry, his holy light attacks increasing in speed and power as well. Suelyn was starting to be annoyed by the endless attacks. She let out a furious roar, and the blood lake began to bubble.

“The Knife of the Heavens.” The words sent a sharp, cold chill down Daniel’s spine. His head snapped up just as the elder reached beneath his robe and unsheathed a blade unlike anything he had ever seen. The celestial blade shimmered like molten gold, pulsing with divine energy. The moment it was drawn, Daniel felt it in his soul. This was no ordinary weapon. This was something crafted to kill things like him. “A death by this blade will sever his existence completely,” the elder stated. “No rebirths. No resurrections. No cycles. If we strike now, the entity will be erased forever.”

"Okay, all your blades are silver, and you've been given the antidote, so it won't affect you if you touch them." "The badass fairy strikes again." Davina giggles at what I say. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. I love that fairy. Now that everyone's blades are silver, we begin taking out Cressida's men with ease. I see her getting more and more angry on the sidelines. I want to teleport to her and slit her throat, but I know I can't deviate from the plan. It's going to take all three of our swords to end her.

The silver blade gleamed as he raised it high, ready to strike. No. Eliana squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. “This is not how my story ends,” she whispered. “Astralis, I need you!” Still—nothing. The blade came down. A flash of silver. A blur of motion. A snarl. Then— CLANG. A blade met steel. Callum blocked the strike, his sword locking against Kade’s knife. Elaina’s breath came out in a choked gasp as she looked up, watching as Callum, Malcolm, Lila, Ronan, and Raiden surged forward.

I couldn’t stop staring, even though I knew it was obvious. “Lucy,” Blake said, his voice low but carrying across the small group. “This is some of the crew.” They nodded, murmured hellos, and I forced a polite, shaky smile. Some were tall, broad, faces marked with tattoos and scars; others looked younger, eager, testing. I could feel their curiosity like heat pressing down on me, and I tensed. One man, a tall guy with a neatly trimmed beard and arms like tree trunks, stepped forward. “Heard about you from Blake. Didn’t expect him to bring someone out here.”

I said, my eyes darkening with a quiet, dangerous anticipation. For a fraction of a second, nothing happened. And that less than a second felt like forever, stretching unnaturally as though time itself hesitated under the weight of what was about to unfold. Then— The air shifted. A faint, almost imperceptible displacement brushed against my face, as though the wind itself had been sliced open by something sharper than steel. Kyde had barely adjusted his stance, his grip tightening on his dagger, his body hunched with the intent of lunging forward, muscles coiling in preparation to strike first.

A mistake, made on purpose, an opening left for it to take. And when it takes it I am already moving into the space its certainty left behind, and the Phantom Blade goes in under the jaw, up, into the place where the source sits, and I pour everything I am burning down the length of the titanium and into the thing that wears my face. It does not scream. It has no fear to scream with. The body folds, slow, my own features going slack on it, and as it goes down it looks up at me with my dimming eyes, and it uses the last of my stolen voice, and what it says is the worst wound of the whole night.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.