Energon Blades Novels & Stories

“We didn’t want to bring it to you with everything going on in the council. We thought we could manage it.” I turned on him, eyes narrowed. “Stop using that brain of yours and always tell me matters like this.” He lowered his gaze. “Understood.” I exhaled sharply, about to walk away when something glinted in the grass near a thick bush. I crouched again, brushing aside the leaves until I saw it—curved, wicked, and unmistakable. A rogue’s blade. I picked it up carefully, inspecting the bloodstained edge. It wasn’t from any blacksmith in the realm. This was custom-forged—lightweight, designed for speed and silent kills. I could almost taste the lingering energy it radiated.

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.

“It’s been a while since I fought something I’ve never had any information from its whereabouts.” “Appear, Power and Divine” the two swords of Genesis appeared from his both hands. Its blade was covered in black, and the handle was red, but the Power (name of the right blade) emits a light green aura, and Divine (name of the left blade) emits light purple aura. “Sword fuse!” Genesis collided the two swords and it made a sword that has a longer and bigger blade, but not big as a Buster Sword. It is emitting grey aura from the blade and the single sword manifested all the power that the two swords have.

To defend his quick attack, Edgar swung his double-edged blade in an ice pick grip. The double edge blade was designed to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually used for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like a prime slayer hidden Alpha.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

"They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you know where to strike, they'll still do far better than any knife." I was honestly stunned for a moment as I just looked up at him. Since when did he give me things? Especially something like this. Was he feeling okay? "Thank you... I really appreciate it," I whispered, a little more than dumbfounded as I quickly glanced over the blades. They were nothing fancy, but he was right, they were extremely lightweight. Normally, I wouldn't even be able to lift a normal sword, but I could carry both of these no problem.

folded. Elena and her Shadow-Stalkers dropped from the "Null-Cloaks" they had woven into the high ridges. They didn't use gauntlets; they used Obsidian-Daggers, blades grown directly from the Spire’s roots, vibrating at a frequency that ignored molecular density. Elena was a silver-and-black hurricane. She moved through the Directorate’s rear guard, her blades carving through the white suits with surgical precision. Every strike was silent. Every kill was absolute.

of the Tuning Forks was instantly neutralized, the energy grounded through the salt-mist and the Blade’s obsidian core. ​The Apostles stumbled, their fiber-optic robes short-circuiting in a shower of violet sparks. ​Kael didn't stop. He sprinted past them, reaching the main drive-shaft. It was a pillar of solid steel, three feet thick, spinning with enough force to grind a mountain to dust. ​"This is going to hurt," Kael muttered. ​He raised the Hush-Blade and brought it down on the spinning steel.

It turned into a dark, translucent violet material, with veins of glowing orange fire running through it like a nervous system. It was beautiful. It was terrifying. It was a Thermal-Resonance Blade. I lifted it from the anvil, the weight perfectly balanced. As I swung it, the air hissed, the heat from the blade creating a localized vacuum. It wasn't just a sword; it was a surgical tool for the apocalypse. The Face-Slap of the Prototype Just as the blade reached its final temper, the ceiling of the forge groaned.

Haakon lowered the blade Shaky, pointing, lawn. Ragnar saw that the weapon looked strange and complex. A serrated blade was used for the edge, and the blade itself appeared to have a complex mechanism. "Well, dear." said the sergeants. It may be used. You are armed and I am not.