Executioner's Blade Zabuza Novels & Stories

“I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. After all, why should you feel the need to get hold of these trivial things?” “Zanxer!” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn White man! Give it to me, or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Orda grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add, I am sorry. I don't have anything you talk about. Just go to hell!” The big man suddenly jumped at Orda and slashed his strange weapon. The movement was so fast and sudden. Orda parried it with an ax, making a strange clanging sound from the impact of the two.

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

"Don't regret what you did, Zyron. Because I promise you she will be a hindrance to the plan." "I TOLD YOU TO STOP TALKING, ZYBRID. DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DIE EARLY? BECAUSE IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT I WILL DO IT NOW! I'M EASY TO TALK TO." Zach's face couldn't be painted while saying those. And I was also disgusted with his treatment. "I'll be the first to kill you, Zach! Remem—" Zybrid couldn't continue what he was going to say because I picked up the knife that was placed on the table. I pointed it at Zybrid and saw that he was stunned.

The steel blade once again pierced into his ribs, squeezing out a thick stream of blood. At this moment, the sharp blades on both sides of Zangwei’s face were pushed out again, cutting open the wound where the blood had just coagulated. “Ahhhh!” “F*ck! Death Judge, you’re a pervert!” “You lunatic! A perverted murderer!”

This was the Seven Blades of Death Alex had earlier unlocked from the Dragon’s Bane of Thirty-Six! The Dragon Bone Sword was used mainly for defensive purposes, while the Seven Blades of Death was primarily used for offensive purposes. “Ahh—” “This, this…” Easton Zimmer and Viole Zimmer saw how Alex effortlessly killed a Grandmaster. More importantly, they didn’t even know how Alex killed him. Where did that enormous long sword come from? They couldn’t see it clearly at all. They were too shocked and overwhelmed even to say a word. Meanwhile, due to the medicine taking effect in Phoebe Larsen’s body, she became a completely different person.

“I will rip his throat out myself before I let him touch what is mine.” “You are playing a lethal game with the council, Ifu,” Zane Okoye roared, slamming his fists onto the obsidian table inside the high sanctuary of the Okoye Moon Dominion Tower. “Elder Tobias Knight already has the execution blades ready, and you are walking into the chamber with the scent of an unmarked omega all over your coat!”

I walked to the window and stood there looking out at the grey mountain light. "What are the Executioners," I asked. "Not the title. What are they actually." "They are the Council's answer to a question that was supposed to be permanently resolved," Mara said. "Four individuals, always four, selected and trained specifically for one purpose. They carry blades forged with a compound that disrupts the Veyrith energy core on contact. One cut and the power goes dark. No projection, no regeneration, no presence. Just a body." She paused. "Then they finish it."

"There was never another plan." They stepped forward at the same time. The Twin Blades rose. Silver and gold light collided with the black lance. The explosion blinded everyone. A shockwave tore across the battlefield. The bridge shattered. The remaining fragments of the trial dissolved into streams of light. When the dust settled... The black lance was gone. Only tiny particles of darkness drifted through the air before disappearing completely. The creature stared in disbelief. "No..." Its voice trembled. "My power..." Kael lowered his sword. "You were wrong."

He was just like me, constantly living in a nightmare where he killed his lover. "Since I can't have you, I'll destroy you. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you descend from the heavens and straight to hell, my princess. "I'm going to kill you before putting you back together—you'll be my specimen and perfect lover. Look at the example your best friend has set for you." He pulled the cloth covering his sculpture, revealing a familiar face. It was Joey!

He stands to his feet, as though he isn’t losing a concerning amount of blood, and moves to stand at the beast’s side. Zen starts to rip of clucks of skin off its back. Almost like an animal himself, using both hands to tear through flesh and blood, until finally, pieces of the spine are tore out. I don’t know how long he does it, or how long the crowd, the soldiers or Lukas and I stand there, watching in a daze. Finally, Zen stops. Only now does he pull his obsidian blade out of the beast’s skull, blood pooling around the slayed creature.