Fingerslayer Blade Novels & Stories

" Clang! As his fingers pluck the strings, the zither resounded! Five consecutive waves of sound blades, like a scythe of death, carved out five straight paths in the air, firmly locking onto Caleb and the others' necks and appearing to sever their heads! In that brief moment of less than a thousandth of a second... Twang! A snapping sound! The five sound blades disintegrated simultaneously in front of Caleb and the others, bursting into waves of air ripples and blowing their hair wildly without leaving a scratch on them.

I struggled for air as my feet left the ground. A certain part of his other hand tensed, making his fingernails grow. He slashed through my body, twice on both sides. The pain was so overwhelming that I let out a scream. A mixture of blood and flesh was dripping on Blade’s fingernails. I started to feel a burning sensation on my torso, as an x-shaped wound started to appear. He then threw me to the side before howling in victory. “I wanted so bad to send you to Sheol but I wouldn’t. Not yet. Not until you see your beloved foster daughter die a slow and agonizing death.” I saw him heave a sigh of relief before raising his fingernails to his mouth and licking it.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes) ‎I waited and waited, and finally it was my turn. I swallowed hard, my limbs trembling as I stepped in. My heart raced with anticipation as I glanced up at the shelf, but what I saw left me utterly speechless. It was empty, with only small rusty pair of daggers. Everything about it was a let down, especially the stats . ‎Name: Twin Fingers ‎Appearance: Two petite, razor-sharp daggers (4 inches each). Black leather grips fit snugly between fingers. Blades etched with cryptic symbols glow softly when enemies near.

If he couldn't make full use of his physical advantage, then he had to avoid the disadvantage. Therefore, what Caspian had made for Xander Faris was two wide blades with long arcs. The broad blade was not held in the hand, but fixed on the two arms, and the edge of the blade was outward. When the broad blade was erected, it was almost as high as Xander Faris. In this way, when Xander Faris lowered his arms and stood straight, he looked like the most fierce and sharp blade! "It suits me very well." Xander Faris carefully felt the magic weapon at spirit tools level.

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.

The crowd quieted once again, as though the air itself held its breath. He lifted a ceremonial blade, forged of moonsteel and so sharp it sang in the silence. “Kara and Dylan,” the elder said, “extend your hands.” Dylan gave me a gentle nod. I swallowed hard and held out my palm. The blade met my skin, slicing through it with a sharp, icy sting. I winced as warm blood spilled into the bowl. Dylan’s blood followed, and then the elder pressed our palms together, fingers locking. Our mingled blood shimmered with a strange, silvery glow. The air around us thrummed as though the room had become a living thing, inhaling with us.

In an instant, spiritual energy surged around Chase like a tide before converging at his fingertip. A brilliant golden light burst forth, sharp and dazzling like the edge of a blade. "Finger Sword!" he intoned, his voice calm yet commanding. With a simple thrust of his finger, blood sprayed out as it pierced straight through the forehead of an elder. The man's eyes widened in disbelief before he collapsed lifelessly to the ground, not even able to scream. Meanwhile, the remaining two elders launched simultaneous attacks from above.

My fingers settle on a sleek silver blade, its edge glinting under the dim light. With measured steps, I return to Luciano, standing close enough that he can see his reflection in the polished steel. His jaw tightens, his breathing turning uneven, but he still holds his ground. Good. I like when they put up a fight. It makes breaking them all the more satisfying. I press the tip of the blade against his lower abdomen, dragging it lightly across his skin, just enough to pierce the flesh and draw a thin line of crimson. The smell of fresh blood fills the air, mixing with the damp, musty scent of the dungeon.