Executioner's Blade Zabuza Novels & Stories

The blood and pain only show how much I can handle everything. “Nice catch,” he grinned as I throw the blade back in his direction, silently aiming at his head, but the devil caught the blade before it can even touch the strand of his hair. I hissed when he threw a bottle. It’s the antidote to the poison that he poured over his blade. Alpha Zach is known to use his blade for everything. Our bullet is made of special orbs that allow rogues and werewolves to be killed in just one bullet. While her blade is made by the legend metalsmith and he has a collection of poison that he uses to kill his victims.

The executioner, exploiting this, closed in with remarkable speed, seizing young Dexter by the neck and delivering a chilling message, "Your father tasked me with ensuring your death is painless, though I'm unsure how to achieve that. This is the best I can offer. Rest in peace, Prince Dexter!" Just as the executioner poised to snap Dexter's neck, Blaze unleashed a scorching beam of light from his hands, directing it fiercely at the executioner's face. The man's face began to liquefy like wax beneath an unrelenting sun. A haunting scream escaped the executioner as searing pain coursed through his body, his hands involuntarily releasing Dexter in a desperate attempt to assuage the torment. He

It all fueled her determination to bring an end to Zephyr's reign of darkness. Summoning every ounce of strength within her, Sable unleashed a flurry of blows upon Zephyr, her sword cutting through his defenses with unyielding precision. He staggered backward, his dark armor cracking under the relentless assault. She pressed forward, sensing his weakening resolve. With one final strike, Sable's sword pierced through Zephyr's chest, a burst of light erupting from the wound.

For a moment, Huxley Ward got goosebumps. He even felt the blade in his hands quivering. “You… Who are you?” “Blade Maniac.” Zeppelin Wayne uttered those two words succinctly before striding towards Huxley. Hands raised. Swords swinging… Clang… There was no fancy flourish when the Reversal Blade came down without the slightest delay. It wasn’t quick. But it was oppressive. ‘Ah…’ Under the extreme duress, Huxley could not help but cry out in his head.

He had to give Ezra a taste of his own medicine and avenge Thalia's death. Just then, the guard sent to fetch the executioner returned, carrying a large knife that resembled a miniature sword. It was a sabre, curved and adorned with various mini blades on its steel surface, setting it apart from regular knives. Ezra was handed the weapon, and the man took his position behind Sandro once again. Ezra held the knife in his hand, studying it with satisfaction. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but it vanished as he turned his attention to Sandro.

"You’re a long way from the Capital, tin man." "The Council wants the girl," the Paladin said, pointing his glowing spear at my chest. "The Beast is to be executed on sight. Step aside, Valerius. Don't make me add your head to my collection." "You'll have to take it from my cold, dead hands," Zade growled. He lunged. Zade moved like a blur of black smoke, but the Paladin was ready. He swung the butt of the spear, catching Zade in the ribs. I heard the sickening crack of bone. Zade fell to one knee, gasping for air.

The blade is an ancient one, forged in the fires of the old world and passed down through generations of executioners. It gleams in the dim light, its edge honed to perfection. Jason’s grip on the hilt is firm, his stance poised and ready. He waits for the signal from Alpha Wilson, his gaze locked on the Omega. A clean and swift beheading is expected if he loses the physical and weaponless combat, with the executioner Jason Wayde. He stands tall above his target, his determination is to end this swiftly, eyes focusing on the culprit and his every move. The Omega’s eyes, however, are not on Jason. They sweep over the gathered assembly, lingering for a moment on each face as though memorizing

"They are obviously all from the past." Brodi nodded and chewed the inside of his cheek in thought. His Beta was right, but why were they here? And how had so many made the journey? Suddenly, a battle cry had their heads jerking up just in time to see a tall, platinum-blonde woman come rushing at them, a dagger raised to strike. Brodi stepped to the side and disarmed her, but it was not without effort. She was strong and she fought his hold like a wild thing.

Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes. While running away from the Cerberus, Suyi suddenly slipped and hit her head on the trunk of a tree making her already staggering vision more unstable. The beast quickly stood in front of her with its mouth open, ready to devour her. Closing her eyes, Suyi grabbed the hilt of her sword and stabbed the creature before her before she fainted. Bob immediately vanished and appeared before the injured beast, his half silver and half black hair that was as silky as silver threads swayed along with the cold wind while his

As Kurosawa got up, Lucus raised his hand while holding his Antabulam in it. "The reaper's pride- Come forth my scythe!" He said but nothing happened. Fate looked at him with surprise. He looked at his Antabulam. "Why isn't it working?" Lucus said and Kurosava started laughing like a madman.