Fang Blade Ninjago Novels & Stories

Anger surged through me as I screamed out my frustration. "There's so much more I desire from you, and that includes your life!" Jasmine's declaration sent a shiver down my spine. She was serious about ending my existence. I refused to meet my demise at her hands. Scanning my surroundings, I desperately sought anything that could serve as a means of defense, knowing I couldn't rely on magic like Jasmine could. Then, my gaze fell upon a pair of silver scissors resting on my desk. Without hesitation, I snatched them up, pointing the sharp blades towards her. These silver scissors were my weapon of choice, capable of countering Jasmine's attack.

She swung away and the sword hit the floor but before the ninja could retrieve her sword, she gave her a forceful kick on her side that sent her flying across the room, out to the temple. She ran after Maya, taking one of her swords that fell. As Maya rose with her sword, she swirled hers and moved forward, feet firm to the ground. They both charged at each other and when Maya threw her sword vertically, Lyne blocked it horizontally with hers. The ninja was close to her and she could feel her breath which smelled like dead meat just like Tina had said. Her purple eyes were staring at hers but fortunately, she isn't moved by her deadly glare. "You are nothing but a stupid Wolf. You killed my

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

As he dropped the enemy in front of him, his strength faltered for a brief instant. It was within that opening that a dark figure appeared. The figure glided forward like a ghost, slipping silently through the gaps in the crowd. His movements were almost impossible to see. Nihil. His timing was perfect. He exploited Steel Fang's blind spot and the brief pause in his reactions. A specially crafted dagger with a bluish gleam shot forward like a serpent's tongue, heading straight for his exposed abdomen. PFFT! The blade pierced flesh. Steel Fang's body stiffened as he looked down in disbelief. The dagger had buried itself almost completely into his side, leaving only its black hilt visible. Nih

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

It was high time, he tried that skill, he thought. Life was a school, you could learn whatever lessons that was available only for you, somethings had to be experienced first hand, and Benny Blanco knew, holding the sword in his fingers, he held it quite tightly, and slowly he drew the power out of Nichiria, his eyes, suddenly dark, black wings spreading from his back, he could fly now.

I slam the Silver Dragon back, but his determination is strong, and he sends another violent tornado at us, one that catches us in its very midst. Slashes of sharp wind hammers against our barrier of fire and the forcefield that surrounds us. Those cuts that I know would have sliced us up entirely if there was no barrier. Frowning, I push against the wall of wind in front of us and force it apart, fuelled with Agnarr’s flames we burst out of it, destroying it entirely and Agnarr roars, his claws digging right into Nefzaan’s chest. ‘Jump off!’ Agnarr shouts, as Nefzaan tears into his wing.

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

It was seen that the two fighters nodded their heads in understanding. "Alright the fight starts" said Referee Zein. "I don't want to linger against you so I will immediately show my second reliable move so feel this" Vika said, but again Juan just looked silent and did not reply to Vika's words to speak. "Yes, our viewers can immediately see Vika who takes out his Wind Blades Style but it looks like Juan who is still silent what happened to the viewer Juan?" Said Host Karpenko. You can see several forms of blades made of wind elements directly attacking Juan and the weapon is right on Juan's face, body and legs.