Fingerslayer Blade Novels & Stories

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

“Another crucial factor was the non-existence of a true double-bladed sword. A double-bladed long weapon like a spear or naginata can be wielded effectively without hurting oneself. The same goes with a double-bladed dagger or knife. But a double-bladed sword is a completely different matter. The only time such a weapon can work is if the blue Slayer alters the length of the hilt in the middle by stretching it and shortening the blades, basically transforming the weapon into a polearm. The problem was, in a real match between blue Slayers, we’re able to inhibit each other from liberally making or changing ice constructs. This is the very practical reason a sliding blade function was designed

As for these eight, they were his payment for using their space as his personal training ground and his lack of respect towards them. Mane decided not to think about the Watchers for a while. Instead, he will focus on what was happening now. He understood the gravity of his current situation. Stretching his hands to the scabbards on his back, he retrieved the blades hidden by the great length of his robe. Two pitch black blades appeared in Mane’s hands. Each shone with a dark luster, and their edges were as thin as the wings of a mantis. These two blades were Night Mare and Night’s Kiss. The damage to both weapons after Mane’s fight with Camila had been repaired, and they had been strengthen

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

A relic gleamed in her grip—a dagger wrought from moonstone and obsidian, its blade etched with runes that glowed like living fire. Elias’s eyes widened. “That’s—” “The Crescent Fang,” Rhea finished. “Forged by the council. A blade made to kill what should never have been born.” Her gaze locked on Serena, and for the first time, Rhea’s face softened with sorrow. “Forgive me.” --- The attack came like lightning. Rhea moved faster than any wolf Serena had ever seen, the blade slicing across the altar. Serena barely leapt back in time, but the dagger still grazed her arm. Pain exploded, burning like molten silver, searing into her veins.

Dante and Ben were standing, watching us with their arms crossed, both boys smirking slightly. "I believe the lovely lady asked for your name," Dante called easily, clearly enjoying the spectacle. I grinned and lifted the blade a little closer to his throat. His eyes widened and he looked up at me slightly panicked. "Florian James The Second, but, but everyone calls me Rent." I smiled easily and pulled the blade away from his throat. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?" Rent stumbled to the side muttering a little and rubbing his neck lightly. I fitted the blades into my belt, then spent some time pulling on more weapons before everyone was ready.

KAI’S POV The blade screamed before it struck. Not audibly, not to the room, but to something older inside me. The wards under my skin detonated into heat as the air split, and instinct tore control from thought. “Zara!” Too late. The blade wasn’t metal. It looked like obsidian glass, curved and narrow, veins of silver light pulsing through it like a heartbeat. It emerged from nowhere, no summoning circle, no warning glyph, just there, sliding out of empty space and into flesh.

POV: Calista Rivers The first thrall cleared the ladder rail with its red eyes locked onto my throat. It didn’t breathe because the air around its jaw rippled with foul heat. I didn’t wait for it to stabilize its stance. I stepped into its guard, my left hand jamming into the smoky mass of its shoulder to anchor its position while my right drove the silver blade straight through its sternum. The second thrall was already over the rail behind me. Its obsidian claws scraped across my shoulder blade and tore through the tough leather of my jacket and sliced a clean line across my skin.