Executioner's Blade Zabuza Novels & Stories

Gabi commanded. “I… I… want to… talk to… Antony.” She stuttered out before focusing back on the wall instead of Gabi. “Shit. I don’t know how she is doing it. But she is ignoring the command. Levi, use your spiral knife. Left thigh.” Gabi said nodding to me. Sighing, I looked at my bag and pulled out one of my favorite knives. It was a 10’ long spiral Damascus steel blade that could wreak havoc on a body. It hurt like hell going into the body, but hurt a great deal more coming out.

“The knife to kill Zach.” The knife was small, but it was heavy, like a sword. Nevea observed it. The knife was golden, and calligraphy adorned its body. She stroked it, and the blade gleamed. “It recognizes you.” Kiara pointed at the knife using her chin. “That’s the only weapon to kill Zach.” Nevea put the knife behind her and stared at Kiara. “You think I can kill Zach?” “You can. He will make you kill him. Don’t worry about that.”

Not about the murder, but about the vision I just had and whatever changes are wrecking through my body at this moment? “The signs are clear as day, the compromise runs deeper than we could have ever anticipated,” the council leader is saying. “What compromise is he talking about?” My head hurts from trying to process everything that has happened tonight. “I'm not…” “Proceed with the execution” he commands. My words quickly die on my lips. The executioner steps forward holding a silver blade in his right hand even as the circle beneath me begins to glow brighter, each of the markings igniting one after another, a dark ancient power rising in a torrent.

Kyde had barely adjusted his stance, his grip tightening on his dagger, his body hunched with the intent of lunging forward, muscles coiling in preparation to strike first. But before he could even complete the motion— Steel met skin. My dagger rested against his throat. “You are finished, Commander Kyde,” she whispered, her voice unnervingly calm, devoid of strain or urgency, as if she were merely stating something inevitable rather than achieved. Kyde’s breath hitched. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, instinct shattering under the shock. His legs gave way as he stumbled backward, hitting the ground with a dull, stunned thud.

It was a sin that stained the soul forever. He had done it all for her, and perhaps that was the reason I couldn’t bring myself to carry out the order immediately. “I found his soul, Enzo! He’s at Dark Moon Lake!” Bernie’s voice broke the silence as I waited. Smoke curled around my arm before gathering in my palm, slowly taking the shape of the executioner’s blade. As the weapon solidified in my grasp, I felt the familiar weight of my duty settle into my chest. My eyes burned, shifting from dark to deep violet, the unmistakable mark of an executioner carrying out a sentence.

I want to laugh but I hold it in, I want to look away but I can’t, it’s like seeing them here and alive again. “The assassin Acheron sent, was meant to kill you to prevent you from ever being able to challenge him for the crown. His name is Blue Blade. Torrin and your father killed all of his men whilst Mrs Crook and your mother got you safely across our southern border.” Zaine takes a deep breath and his brow crinkles. “I found out the night that you were attacked, the same night I found out who you are, Blue Blade is still in the southern forest. In ten years he has never left, and the rogues who keep breaching the perimeter are sent by him to try to draw us out. Now that you have your wol

I loud scream like growl roars out from somewhere then in a blink fin tackling the guy to the ground throwing all my body weight into my swings as I punch the guy, he punches me back and we fight on the wet cold New York ground of my father'S estate. "What's the matter Demitra can't cut it as a boss" he chuckles before i punch him again. Out of the comer of my eye I see his gun the very gun that kiled my dad and l lunge for it then turn quickly and empty the clip. The click, click, click of the spent clip is the only thing that tells me it’s empty, but I don’t stop I car’t. Reaching under my dress again I grab the blade that somehow stayed in place and out the guys eyes out.

Baltazar’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he pressed his own blade against Vincenzo’s throat. “Any last words?” Baltazar sneered. Vincenzo gritted his teeth, his mind racing. With a sudden burst of strength, he twisted his body, throwing Baltazar off balance. He rolled away, grabbing his dagger from the floor. Baltazar lunged again, but Vincenzo was ready. He drove his blade into Baltazar’s side, the steel sinking deep. Baltazar’s eyes widened in shock and pain. He stumbled back, clutching at the wound, blood pouring through his fingers.

“Four cylinders. Inceptex. Experimental. Brand new. One dose erases the last year memories. Clean. No trace. No side effects if dosed correctly. Perfect for… cleaning up loose ends.” The lead thug laughed—pleased, ugly. “Exactly what we need. The kid’s seen too much. Knows too many faces. If he talks when he wakes up…” The seller opened the metal suitcase—Nico heard the latches snap, the soft clink of glass cylinders. “Cash upfront,” the seller said. “Half now, half on delivery of the body.” Coins? No—paper. Bills rustling. “Deal,” the lead thug said. Nico’s stomach dropped.

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.