Executioner's Blade Zabuza Novels & Stories

"And see how I punish bad people." She nodded while folding her hands and placing finger on her lips. Damon's face turned hard again while extending his hand and his bodyguard placed knife on his palm. "One last time, who is your boss?" He sliced his index finger which pulled the trigger on him. His men were impressed by his way of handling his wife, they have never seen him so patient with anyone. "I don't know, I swear.... I just got the money and your details... I haven't seen his face... Please, trust me!"

My attention moved to Zac, who was standing directly beside me. “His wings might not look harmful now, but he can make blades appear in the place of a feather. The blades can cut through practically anything, as easily as cutting paper. Even if a blade cuts a God, it might not directly kill them, but it would become a mortal wound, which could become fatal.” Xureus responded, not bothering to keep his voice low as Zac had. “And here I thought you forgot about me.” Leroy smirked at Xureus and stepped forward. “By the way, how is the family? Oh, wait. I forgot, they were killed.”

I started to walk back to the Stand area now and then I realized that they were about to execute the Filth’s friend, the Snitch— turns out the Alpha Queen’s thoughts were in line with mine. A smile replaced the scowl on my face now as I stopped at a distance away to behold the sight. Finally something entertaining. Anika was screaming now and this added more fun to the scene. I folded my hands and marveled as the Balizar, the executioner trudged towards the execution stand with his tall and mighty build. He was strong and the perfect person to shop off someone’s head in the finest of manners. He picked up the threateningly huge blade from the sand and the slave girl’s screaming flew up to th

I caught it effortlessly, the weight of the cold steel feeling like an extension of my own arm. I stood over Zebub, the blade pressed against her throat, the scent of Gehenna’s blood sharp in the air. Looking down at the creature who had once stolen my life, I was so ready to ensure she would never repeat her horrific deeds. “Wait,” Elder Antonius shouted, but his words were drowned out by a violent crashing at the edge of the clearing’s underbrush. Thick foliage erupted, not with the disciplined march of an army, but with the frantic stumble of someone fleeing for his life.

This time, not as supplicants or prophets. They came as executioners. A dozen figures emerged from the mist, eyes silver and blank, robes stitched with void-thread. In their hands were blades made of dream-bone, honed to sever not flesh, but fate. Zara gasped. Her body seized. The child kicked hard enough to shatter the slab beneath her. Ruby threw up a shield. "Not one step closer!" The cult leader, the bone-crowned woman, stepped through the mist. Her smile was as cruel as frost. "You should have given her to us. Now we take what is ours."

I squatted on his body, then I picked up Yamato Minobe's spearhead again. And slowly, I stabbed the spearhead into Yamato Kakuzo's heart. He saw me in his pathetic state, while I smiled like a psychopath. "HYUN KI... YOU ARE..." I again pulled the spearhead from his heart, then I aimed it at Luca who wanted to attack me from behind. At that very moment. The tip of the spear's sharp blade swirled, then the spear's blade cut off his head in the blink of an eye.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

Crewcut smirked as he whipped out a huge scimitar and swung it at Caleb, launching a horrific shockwave! Caleb did the same, swinging the Dharmic Cutter vertically! World Burial Sword, First Style—Death Snap! Boom! The terrible shockwave that ensued rocked the world around them, crushing everything into dust! Shunk! That was when a silver spear thrusted straight at Crewcut's back, stabbing him from behind! His eyes widened in disbelief as he gasped, "You're an executor… but you stabbed me in the back?!" Boom! Tia's only response was a blast from her spear tip, vaporizing Crewcut's insides and killing him on the spot!

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

She pressed a small, weighted silk pouch into my hand. "The Phantom Blade won't be enough tonight," she whispered, her voice a cold, efficient rasp. "Use this when the lights go out again." I opened the pouch. Inside was a high-frequency disruptor—a device designed to fry synthetic nervous systems. "They're coming for the mother, Elena," Sarah said, her eyes boring into mine. "Not the child. Make your choice." Outside, the first explosion rocked the North Wing, and the floor tilted beneath my feet. I gripped the disruptor, the cold weight of the metal biting into my palm.