Flamberge Kirby Novels & Stories

Ganzorig was much taller than the average Salamander. His hair was in a top knot and he had a long thin nose that was aquiline and raptorlike. His skin was bronzed while his eyes, always half-open, belied his violent nature. He wore chain mail on his huge arms and steel gauntlets on his hands; wide chains crisscrossed his bare chest. This was the trademark attire of the Kanebori-shu or Gold-diggers. They were fire Slayers lured from distant regions by the gold rush, renowned for their skill in demolitions and explosives like nitroglycerine. Many of them had been recruited by the Khaganate to become siege-engineers and sappers in wartime.

But first he takes something from Dirk’s collection of impact instruments, keeping it behind his back as he saunters over to me. I crane my neck to look at him, waiting to see what he brought. He looks down at me for a full minute, not saying anything, hiding the implement from me. Just watching and smiling. “Kir,” I finally groan. “Show me.” He produces a thin, black fiberglass riding crop with a tiny leather flapper at the tip. "You are very impatient," Kir notes, tracing the thin fiberglass rod down my spine. The cold tip makes me shiver. "You left me here for ages," I complain.

Could the Lambert Corporation be in trouble, and they were about to enter bankruptcy, so Young Master Lambert came to die? Finally, Jeremiah responded. He glared at Antigonus and smiled evilly. "Kid, you think too highly of yourself. Let me see how strong you are." Suddenly, he shouted out loud. With his right hand, he drew out a long saber. It was white in color, just like snow. It turned into a moving light as Jeremiah violently slashed toward Antigonus. Many of the audience screamed out of fear. "I… I think that's the long-lost Snow Shadow Crazy Blade."

I stood up with the sword flaming blue and tried to locate him. "Quite Beautiful. I knew the Sword had something more to it." I heard him say and I turned to see him holding Kimberley with his claws right at her throat. I saw the Shield far away He had probably dropped it when the sword blasted him. "Drop the sword Alpha." He said and I held on tighter. "Drop it." He said and Kimberly struggled but he pierced her with just a nail and I saw the red blood spill down her white skin.

Bind your targets: 100/100 Hunt your targets and defeat them as follows: Dismemberment- 100/100 Decapitation- 100/100 Splitting in Two- 100/100 Freestyle- 300 (329)/300 *Defeat Weapon Master Bladesmith's Clone: 0/1 Satisfied with his work, Kirou was about to make his way back to Elderwood Village when he noticed some foliage being shifted in the distance. Kirou saw this and a casual smile formed on his face as he thought to himself, 'Quite the patient one, aren't you. I never thought that you'd stalk me for so long just for some answers. It seems that I must have struck a nerve.'

"My father gave it to me and my two brother. He bought two of them and trained us to always carry them about." He breathed a long sigh of relief. “So you're telling me that you always walk around with this knife?” She nodded. “Yes, I was with it the first day we met.” He looked forward to Flarry. “Who is this guy? His scent seems to be recognizable.” With a backward glance, Freya gave Flarry a wink. “He's my long-time friend. He lost his uncle, so I paid him a condolence visit." She narrated in a convincing tune.

"Blake Frost was fortunate to die by my spinning blades." "Why?" Kiran asked coldly. "Because he was the first person to face my spinning blades," Lord Red Cloud's eyes gleamed as he stared at Kiran. "Today, you will be the second." This statement served as a declaration to Kiran and everyone present of his formidable skills. He rarely needed to use his ultimate move, the spinning blades. Kiran’s mouth curved into a disdainful smile, "Then you'll be the last one." "What do you mean, 'the last one'?" Lord Red Cloud asked.

he demanded, slamming into her again and again, the musky scent of sex growing stronger. “I shouldn’t want it,” Elena gasped, her body jolting with every brutal thrust. “But I do. I need it so fucking bad. Harder, Marcus. Make it hurt.” He released her wrists and flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. He pulled her hips up high and took her from behind, even harder than before. His hand came down in a sharp, stinging slap on her ass, the burn spreading deliciously. Elena moaned loudly into the pillow, pushing back against him eagerly. The mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure made her head spin wildly. Fear and lust twisted together until she couldn’t tell them apart anymore.

Through the swirling mountain frost above, a shape finally detached itself from the upper dark of the staircase. It wasn't an armored titan. It was a slender, wire-muscled hunter clad in close-fitting, oil-skinned leather that didn't reflect the pale mountain starlight. His face was entirely hidden behind a dark brass breather-mask, his eyes obscured by twin lenses of smoked glass that glowed with a faint, predatory green hue. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin flamberge—a wavy-bladed sword designed to saw through flesh and silver mesh with minimal physical resistance. He didn't pause to offer words. He didn't hesitate at the sight of the Hybrid Queen or the ruined Alpha.

I stood upright despite my trembling legs, gasping for breath. The sorcerer moved closer. With a swift motion, he created a long ice blade glowing with an icy blue light in his hand. The blade shot forward and carved a deep diagonal slash across my chest. The pain was unbearable. I staggered backwards, pressing a hand against the wound. My blood poured freely, dripping onto the stone floor. But then something strange happened. The blood that touched the ice blade suddenly ignited. Not ordinary fire—this fire was black, yet hotter than any normal flame.