Fingerslayer Blade Novels & Stories

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

This was not how I planned it. I stood at the edge of the madness, my fingers tightening around the Silver Blade. Its presence thrummed in my grip, a silent reminder of the power it held. My blood had bonded with it. I could feel it singing to me, begging to be used, to be fed. But not yet. The blade was not for these insects. It was for her. I let out a slow breath, my patience thinning as I watched the battle unfold. The Silver Moon pack was locked in combat with the Moon Blood warriors, their bodies twisting, shifting between forms as they tore into each other.

I caught the unit by the high-collar of its suit, my fingers crushing the reinforced plating, and slammed it into the granite fireplace. The stone cracked. The Harvester’s head caved in with a dull, wet thud of hydraulics. Silence rushed back into the room, heavy and jagged. I stood over the wreckage, chest heaving. The Phantom Blade dripped with a mix of synthetic fluid and the faint, silver sheen of my own blood where the kickback had nicked my thumb. I didn't look at the kills. I looked at my hands. The silver threads weren't just lacing my veins anymore; they were burning through the skin of my wrists, glowing with a violet light that refused to fade.

Hellebore Dagger – twin to the blade, smaller, venom-green edge. 5. Progenitor Heart #1 – ruby, coyote-shaped, beating. 6. Progenitor Heart #2 – amethyst, wolf-shaped, howling. 7. Morua Blood Compass – brass, spinning, pointing nowhere—yet. Ana (reverent): “Dacia’s first seven. The other forty are locked—not by time, but by strength. You must grow first. This is only the beginning.” Celeste (hand on katana): “The blade.” Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive.

He instantly broke through the defense line of his enemy and showed up before his daughter in a flash. Slice, slice! Those were the delicate sounds from Ormr Dagger when it was slicing the human body. In the blink of an eye, Tyr had used the dagger to slice through three of his enemies’ necks. Blair was held firmly within Tyr’s arms the whole time. At this time, Leonel, Silver Swallow, and two members of the Jade family’s Eighteen Knights managed to react. Leonel had a swallow-headed design curved blade in his hand, and he slashed it against Tyr’s Ormr Dagger.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

His blade radiated with an otherworldly light, allowing him to strike from unexpected angles and pierce even the most formidable armor. The harmony of their abilities was a testament to the depth of their bond. Elysia's elemental onslaught set the stage for Soraya's electrifying follow-ups, while Arinna's entangling nature magic created opportunities for Kael's precision strikes. They moved as one, their actions guided by instinct and honed through countless battles.

Elena screamed. She didn't wait. She ignited her silver blades, the molecular edges whistling as she carved a horizontal arc toward Cyrus’s back. The Liquidator didn't turn. He leaned back, his body bending at an angle that would have snapped a human spine, the silver blades passing an inch from his nose. With his free hand, he tapped a command on his wrist-com.

He carried two curved blades that hummed with a strange, damp energy. "This is Thorne," Fenris said. "He is an Eclipse-Stalker. His blades are forged from the same silver that Jackson used to poison the exiles. They are designed to drink the light of the sun". The circle was drawn in the center of the square—a ring of salt and cold iron. I stepped into it, the ground beneath my feet feeling like the cobblestones of my rejection once again. But I was not that girl anymore.

I chipped in the update. “Two idiot friends always amalgamating the most stupid ideas” “So what do you think of it?” I was immune to her insults already. Anyone that still gets offended by it is yet to understand that harshness was Hilra’s mother tongue. She thought for a moment and turned to the door when it sounded like someone was walking past. “According to Anthonier, the blade is still with her?” “Yes. I believe it is safest in her room. No one would believe I’d leave a blade that could end me in the hands of a mistress who had barely stayed a full week”