Executioner's Blade Zabuza Novels & Stories

Jim decisively seized this opportunity, swung the Snow-Cutting Blade that had been suppressed for a long time, and a burst of dazzling light erupted. "Soul Pursuit!" The Snow-Cutting Blade, accompanied by a sonic explosion, fast as lightning, struck towards Sebastian's head. At the critical moment, Sebastian used the 'Shadow Step,' his figure flashing and disappearing, leaving behind only an afterimage in the original position. The Snow-Cutting Blade unexpectedly swung at thin air! And Sebastian, utilizing the acceleration from the Shadow Step, closed in on Jim. Seizing the moment when Jim couldn't retract his blade in time, he aimed for the throat!

I held a deep breath before taking the step up the podium in front of the crowd. “Bearing a crucial responsibility and obligation of being a Luna of this pack. I, Adira Vallejo-Alfarro, take the duty and commitment of being Abberant’s Luna.” My hand stretched out and reaches the crystal ivory dagger settled on the wooden table afore me. On its side was the inauguration vessel. With no hesitation, I raised my hand with the dagger and slashed its blade across my left palm. “Leading the pack to integrity, prosperity, and rights bound to the fair and equitable territory will be my liability.”

Something took over my body. Power erupted from me as the scythe flew from Elder Zeebs hand into my own, my arm swung out as Alpha Kylen seemed to appear out of nowhere stepping in front of his father, the blade sliced through his neck. He fell to the ground as Elder Zeeb stood in shock, then screamed “My son, you little bitch, you murdered my son, as he knelt holding his son's head, his Luna ran to Alpha Kylens body sobbing throwing herself at him. Behind Zeeb, the army moved to attack me. The scythe was poised again as power continued to spill out. "Leave!" an unfamiliar voice ordered as the wolves' heads snapped up and Elder Zeeb and the Luna looked at me and the others in shock.

“Awesome really awesome. Crimson blade is really great! You receive a great beat for a while ago and have wound everywhere, yet still have this strength left. But now, you were poisoned.” Zitrey replied monotonously, “Poison can’t kill me.” Slicer laughed, “Ah, I forgot you were a high ranker, just how great your body was. A perfect machine for those geezers indeed.” But in all honesty, Zitrey know her body was already on the limit, she needs to rush up things. She holds Slicer hands strongly and slowly move it towards his body. The point of the blade was facing towards him. Zitrey was planning to stab him with it.

And highly illegal. The smudge elongated. Solidifying into a thin, wiry frame clad in matte-black fiber. The assassin didn't make a sound. He didn't even have a scent. He held a jagged sliver of obsidian—a Null-blade, designed to bypass Barzil-armor and sever the spinal cord of a sleeping target. He reached for the door handle. The fool. He was risking execution to kill a girl who wasn't even there. I moved. I didn't roar. I didn't announce my presence. I simply detached myself from the wall and became the crushing weight of the world.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

He raises his hands to give a sign to the executioner to carry on. The executioner lifted his axe, ready to descend on Freya. "No! I screamed." The executioner lowered the axe on Freya. But it misses Freya's head. And Biloza was on the floor. The executioner had a sword in his chest with blood dripping from his mouth. He fell to the ground with a loud thud. **** Nyx was the one who stopped Biloza. But I was yet to see who had struck the executioner with a sword. The sword had flown and hit his chest. Whoever it was, must be a very good swordsman and thrower to hit directly at their target.

The saber was made possible by the Undina Clan’s Mizu Funsha no Jutsu (Water Stream), which produced a very high-pressure jet of water that was as strong and sharp as regular katana. “Well,” Koumori-shishou said, “we would not be very good Slayers if we threw away fifteen minutes of head start, would we?” “Maybe you’re just stupid,” Ganzorig said. “It was precisely the light in your pipe that led us here.” “Death on a hook is food in the eyes of a fish.” “Be ye sayin’ ye lured us out here, ye treacherous cur?” Captain Fang roared. “This shall nah end well fer ye.”

someone commented. "Yeah, Felix's dead for sure," another chimed in. Everyone knew the Zaborowski family's Spectrum Blade was ridiculously powerful for both attack and defense, especially in the realm of soul combat. While they might not be the absolute strongest, they were undoubtedly among the top. "Alright, everyone, quiet down. Let's watch how Felix meets his end," Scopulus sneered. In his mind, running into Yvian was just Felix's bad luck. There was no way Felix was secretly a soul master too.

With a solemn determination etched upon her face, she accepts the responsibility entrusted to her, embracing the role of defender and protector. Thorne's voice resonates with conviction as he imparts his knowledge, sharing the secrets of the weapons' effectiveness. Each blade holds the potential to turn the tide of battle, their design honed through years of trial and error. They represent Miguel's legacy, a legacy now entrusted to Zelda to wield against the very forces that took Miguel's life.