Flamingo 5 Blade Razor Novels & Stories

"I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!" After saying this, Jim emitted a beast-like roar. The blade in his hand instantly expanded many times over, flames filling the entire mountain forest, startling numerous birds and animals. "Hundred Flame Fury Slash!" A stunning fiery red streak flashed across the sky in the mountain forest, meeting Sebastian. Yet, it wasn't just the color. The blade was sharp and fierce, flames like a volcano, carrying an unrivaled force. It descended upon Sebastian with overwhelming power. Sebastian clearly felt the surrounding air becoming scorching. What was even more dangerous was the Snow-Cutting Blade, approaching in the blink of an eye.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

“Gotta make sure.” After a minute I returned the favor, working up a lather and running my sudsy hands over his chest, his back, his neck, and his arms. I loved the sensation of my fingers tracing the outlines of his powerful muscles, feeling his firm, taut flesh as my soapy hands glided over him. Once I was finished he rummaged around in his shaving kit and pulled out a razor, one of those snap-on kinds with the five safety blades, and a can of fancy shaving cream with French on the label.

With one palm on the slash across my chest and the other on the patch of ice, I close my eyes and— “Ah!” The pain doubles over itself, deepens. My stomach lurches. The burn turns from fire to something corrosive, eating into my skin. That smell. Stronger, now, under the stink of my own blood filling the room. Herbal and sickening. “Come on now.” Floyd leers down at me. “Did you think I wouldn’t come prepared?” The blade is coated with wolfsbane.

Especially now, as she wasn't currently working at the hospital. She reached out to touch the matte-finished blade. It was a set of surgical tools, precious because of their unique blades. The blades were as thin as a cicada's wings, yet incredibly hard and stable. They were razor-sharp, so much so that it was said a cut from these blades wouldn't be felt for the first few seconds due to their sharpness. Wayne had certainly chosen well, knowing her interests. But she couldn't accept such an expensive gift without feeling she had earned it.

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

With that in mind, Blade started to go crazy. He let out an angry roar as he shot forward like an arrow, rushing at Chris once again. There was a crazed look in his eyes and he was determined to injure Chris at all costs! He shouted out, "Die!" The chakram in his hand sent out five slashes in a row. All of them emitted a chilling glint. The five slashes contained incredible killing intent. In a flash, they appeared in front of Chris. Chris let out a light laugh as he formed seals once again, causing starlight to surround his body.

There were three more rolls on the shelf, and he took them all out. The knife roll contained five knives with different sized blades, some had serrated edges and others had odd hooks in them. One had an exceptionally long blade and had specks of old blood on it. James picked it up and it felt comfortable in his hand. He put it back immediately, it felt too comfortable.