Fang Blade Ninjago Novels & Stories

It swung its rod angrily. *Boom* Mane was pushed back by the strength of the powerful swing. The hands that held his weapons were splintered from the strength of the attack. “Star Flicker” “Prideful Sword: Dance of the Half-Moon” “Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King” *Boom* Mane quickly returned the favor with his favorite moves, but the Possessed was once again prepared for that unusual burst in speed Mane occasionally displayed. It was slowly understanding his moves and was able to prepare for them. It brought its rod before its body just in time to avoid the devastating blow.

Pokémon-Go? Elena gazes at the red on Damien's arm. The blood was real. She knew blood, and the stuff trailing along on Damien's arm was fucking real. The fight blocked her from the door, and even though she wanted to fight them, they were too fast like the wind plus she wasn't holding a weapon. A soft grunt, and one of the Ninjas lost his blade. In the next instant, Damien held the blade, sunk it first into one man’s chest, then into the other’s neck.

It's a lot different when you're in the shit. My blade started to glow blue. I was preparing for a [Raiden's Finger]. I lifted my sword into the air forming a large blue electric blade. I was going to cut down Syllia when a dwarf appeared in front of her. He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling.

* * * * * * * * *spinning blade- special sword technique passed down from his family *Hua er/Jin Hua-Lady Jiang Lin’s maiden name

Rumors would eventually get borring right? "Rouge." A voice I dreaded called my name as I walked into English class, I looked up to see Flint. If he wasn't such a ass he would be the closest to my type in this whole school but he was also the main reason I hated school. His shaggy long hair was pulled up into a man bun saying he was looking forward to sparring today. His hazel eyes met mine as I sat in my desk hoping whatever he was about to say wouldn't piss me off to much but as always that wasn't the case. "I heard you hit Duke for calling you a future pleasure slave." His cocky attiude always got my wolf pressing against the barrier and the fimliar pressure begain to build. Something abo

she said between breaths. "Ha ha. Funny." Talya sulked. "Actually, you're all missing the point. Do she-cats fight?" "No." Each voice was succinct. "That's your biggest asset. They don't expect you to fight back. They think you'll take their attack hiding behind the nearest piece of furniture." "Then they're in for a surprise." This came from Madayah. "I can wield a mean frying pan." Nicolas looked at the women. "A frying pan will work. I want to teach you to fight dirty." He looked at Zenya, then back at the women. "I've seen what she-cat claws can do."

I could picture his technique in my head… the Flame Kindler. The flame kindled was an elemental sword technique that made your opponents hands burn with each movement of the sword. The heat was enough to burn an Omega in a minute, but for a Gamma, it would take days to fully take effect. I tilted my head back to the battlefield, and to my amazement, Kyle was holding Ryu off despite the burn. He kept single strokes, moving his body around like he was following the motion of the wind. “If it means killing you to take that imposter you call your personal maiden, then I will.” Kyle grunted as Ryu pushed him back with his sword.

“I need final.” Caden smirked. “Then let’s get to work.” I looked at him—my second, my closest friend, my brother in all but blood. “You with me?” He stepped closer, eyes steady. “Always. Even if it gets ugly.” “It will.” “Good,” he said, grabbing a blade from the wall. “I’ve been bored.” I cracked a faint smile. Just a flicker. No hesitation. No conditions. Just the promise of vengeance, sharpened and overdue.

The pain was so unbearable for him that he had to release his silhouette’s arm. Thankfully, Blaze moved away from it. That way, I can aim for its head without worries. “One-Handed Sword Arts— Swing!” I swing my sheathed sword for its head. “!” It dodged!? This is— the negativa stance used in capoeira…! "Ow!?" Then, a low heel kick to my shin. Because I haven’t cancel my ‘Offensive Cladding’, I can’t use ‘Hard Defensive Cladding’ to withstand the impact of his kick.