Evolution Blades Novels & Stories

There were three more rolls on the shelf, and he took them all out. The knife roll contained five knives with different sized blades, some had serrated edges and others had odd hooks in them. One had an exceptionally long blade and had specks of old blood on it. James picked it up and it felt comfortable in his hand. He put it back immediately, it felt too comfortable.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

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.

She didn’t have to wait long. The first rebel came into view, moving quickly with a blaster drawn. Eva’s body reacted before her mind could catch up. She leapt forward, ducking under his aim and driving her blade into his side with surgical precision. He let out a strangled gasp before collapsing to the ground, his blaster slipping from his hand.

“This is perfectly safe” A few nervous laughs followed, shallow and unsure. “The swords have been equipped with non-lethal composite tips,” she explained, motioning toward the rounded, dark ends—elegant, polished, deceptively harmless. “They won’t draw real blood… just bruised egos…and…reveal who deserves to wear a crown next to the goddess Inanna..” She smiled and my fists clenched more. “Each blade is pressure-sensitive. One clean hit is all it takes to register a strike.” She continued with a light tone.

The secret panel slid back out under my hand. The hellblades glowed before I even touched them, still reacting to Aziz unsettling presence, like sudden heartbeats of red. I lifted them free, one crescent for Eren, one for Pelin. “Take these,” I said. “Keep them on you wherever you go. Neither of you have what I have.” “What do you have?” Pelin asked softly. “Aziz,” I said. It tasted like a confession and a curse. The blades warmed their hands. Red bled into their eyes for a second, quick and eerie. Eren whistled under his breath. “They’re so glowy.”

The blade sliced into him like cutting through softened butter. ‘Ouch. Sounded like that hurt him if his prepubescent girly scream was any indication,’ Zeus said snorting. I would have to agree with my wolf on that one for certain. My body jumped backwards, giving me enough room to get my staff into proper rotation. The reason that I chose this as my weapon to specialize in was because of its versatility. It did not matter which end hit your opponent because both would do equal damage. Once you got it into rotation, it became a spinning wheel of doom. If you wanted two weapons, then you could unfasten them, giving you dual blades.

Switchblades are the go-to weapon for almost every street gangster and gang member, and far more people are killed by switchblades each year in the United States than by guns! "What if I said I'm not going to get out of the way, and I want you to give the bag back to that lady over there?" Li Jie's voice was cold. If he was a gangster like this, Li Jie wouldn't mess with him. But gaining the ability to be an E hero today gives him the confidence to take on this punk, who is armed with a switchblade, not a Colt M1911.

I said looking off into the distance by the end, the horrific scene of these huge blades flying at me playing back like a movie reel. “I still don’t understand what happened, I was stood off to the side of the training grounds and was learning how to properly catch the blade when it’s flying at your face. It was all going great until multiple knives began to fly at me. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the claw spiked blades but what makes them so dangerous, is the razor-sharp claw like edge which when is sliced or thrown at a person, it seems to dig into the skin and when it spins to exit, rips layers of their flesh off. Now, I had been catching them with ease, but when they all were bei