Evolution Blades Novels & Stories

And for what? I should have listened to Conner when he demanded we mate and mark her and carry her away before all of this mess found its way to our doorstep. Evander insisted we raid his family arsenal before we head off on this journey. Over the millennia, his family's natural inclination to gather and store wealth has gifted us with an array of articles for defense, both traditional and magical. I'm too new at magic to dare attempt anything too tricky, so I settle on a set of goblin-made blades that look like teeth made of steel. Evander tells me that if held at the right angle, they also inject poison into the victim. I can't wait to sink one of these into Vincent's head.

These rifles were more than mere tools; they were a blend of artistry and functionality. Simon stopped beside a display of knives, their blades gleaming under the warehouse lights. Drake's eyes were drawn to the array of shapes and sizes—daggers, combat knives, and tactical blades. Each one seemed to possess a distinct personality, a weapon of choice for various situations. The knives were sharp, their edges reflecting the harsh realities they were meant to face. "Precision and skill," Simon murmured, his voice carrying a sense of respect for these deadly instruments. Drake's fingers brushed against the handle of a knife, feeling the weight and balance. The blade's edge was razor-sharp, a te

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.

He whirled, instantly shifting into a fighting stance, but one of the attackers had already drawn a weapon—a short blade that gleamed with an unnatural blue light. Silver-infused steel. Everything seemed to slow down. I saw the blade arcing toward Leo's back as he grappled with the first attacker. I saw Enzo's eyes flutter open, confusion and fear crossing his battered face. I saw my own hand reaching out uselessly, too far away to help.

The workshop resonated with the rhythmic clinks of metal, as Elliot poured his heart and soul into his craft. As the days turned into weeks, Elliot's workshop transformed into a sanctuary of blades. Knives of various shapes and sizes adorned the walls, a testament to his unwavering dedication. The gleaming steel reflected his commitment to the pack's defense, ensuring that each member would be equipped with a weapon tailored to their individual needs.

I said as I stood up again. I walked over to the steel cabinet and opened the doors. I took out my knife roll and placed it on the table where she’d be able to see the display. I took out my favourite Gerber knife and turned it around in my hand. It had a fixed blade, not that I had anything against folded blades, but cleaning it afterwards sucked. In my personal opinion the fixed blade was stronger when separating a joint and getting into those tough spots and cutting through sinew and muscle. The blade wasn’t long but it was sharp and did what I needed it to do.

His knife—a monomolecular blade that could cut through enhanced armor like tissue paper—traced a silver arc toward Griffin's exposed back. Only years of combat training saved Griffin's life. He spun with inhuman grace, the blade grazing his ribs instead of piercing his heart, drawing a line of fire across enhanced skin that healed even as the cut was made. But Twin B's assault didn't pause—he flowed from the missed strike into a grappling maneuver designed to break Griffin's neck with mechanical efficiency.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

After blindly receiving the clothes, he continued to say, "What kind of weapons?" Dylan followed him, the hem of his blanket trailing on the floor as he walked. The blond werewolf led him to his table which was cluttered with papers and parts he couldn't bother identifying. Enzo opened one drawer, revealing an organized assortment of blades and knives that were a lot smaller than the ones he was used to seeing. "These are made out of silver." He took a reflexive step back, having his own share of experiences with the lethal element. "Why do you have them?"

It was the Crescent Moon Blade. "Oh, Pretty Lady. Are you bringing out the weapon now?" Wyatt smiled at Evelyn. "Pretty Lady, now that I've played with you for so long, it is time to end this." Right after he said that, Wyatt held his palms together and gathered his internal energy. Then, he launched his fist with all his strength! Evelyn shouted, "Pure Double Slay!" Suddenly, Evelyn had blades on each of her hands and charged aggressively toward Wyatt. She was as fast as lightning.