Executioner's Blade Zabuza Novels & Stories

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.

“Let me explain, Harvey! “My blade is named the Blizzard Hell! When I became famous, the princess of the royal family gave this to me! Anyone should be honored to die by the blade, let alone you!” “Sure. I’ll kill you with it, then,” Harvey replied. “I’m sure you’d be happy.” “You bastard!” Tobiro was filled with rage after hearing Harvey’s words. After injecting himself with the Budokami Elixir, he believed that he was at the peak of his strength. He took a deep breath, then charged right at Harvey with his sword. Harvey casually stepped aside. Crack! A crack instantly formed on the stone tablet behind him. It shattered immediately after that.

I am unable to think of anything now but him. - I don't want to hurt you- I murmur scared. I see his eyelids start to close so I pluck up my courage and start inserting the tweezers into the wound. I have no experience with this and that only increases my urge to finish now. The sound of the flesh sliding the metal inside it makes me gag and I can do nothing but cry like a baby when I see Azael squeeze his eyes tightly.- Sorry ...

“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.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

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.”