Flamingo 5 Blade Razor Novels & Stories

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

Infront of me , on my lap , five throwing knives lay on the rough material being held in place by little rubber bands attached to the fabric . My eyes lit up when I seen the colour . They were turquoise. A big smile instantly appeared on my face as I admired the knives , that each one , slowly got smaller as my eyes ran across them . I touched the edge of the knife , getting a little paper cut . The knives were really sharp , and I could see symbol on the knives . It was an Ace symbol . It was small and simplistic but I really liked it.

It was strategy. Finally, I picked up the razor. It was straight-edged. Handcrafted. Japanese steel. A tool passed down through generations of artisans. Lethal and elegant—like me. It felt comfortable in my hand, a natural extension of my will. I applied the shaving cream with a badger-hair brush, the foam blooming across my jawline in thick, white swirls. Each stroke of the blade was slow, controlled, and deliberate. I carved the stubble away, inch by inch, revealing the clean, marble-smooth skin beneath. No nicks. No hesitation. Just unwavering focus.

The surrogate mask is heavy, but it's the only armor I have left. My fingers graze the back of my neck—the thin, raised line of scar tissue across my throat, and just above it, tucked into the coil of my hair, the Phantom Blade. A titanium needle, no thicker than a wire, its tip ground to a point that could part skin before a man could register the cold. As long as it's there, I am not a victim. I am a weapon with the safety still on. "Ms. Moore? This way."

The sharp, polished blade caught the dim flashlight beam, glinting dangerously in the shadows. Before I could even scream or pull my hand away, she brought the weapon crashing down with a brutal, heavy force. The razor-sharp steel sliced cleanly through the center of my palm, driving deep into the soft flesh and pinning my hand flat against the ancient wood of the table like she was driving a nail into a wooden board.

“Triple Slash!” “Spring Thunder!” “Quintuple Slash!” “Full Bloom!” Once again, Kenzo brought out his strongest move as the blades in his hands danced around Tyr menacingly. As they merged into one and came slashing down on Tyr, he felt a sense of dread momentarily. In reply, the three blades he was holding started moving. Triple Slash, Quintuple Slash, and Septuple Slash all came together and broke Kenzo’s Full Bloom assault. “Dance of a Thousand Years!” Tyr roared.

I added. As I was speaking, Alpha Felix took up a large, ornamental knife from the wooden platform. It had a wickedly sharp blade, which glinted in the sparkling light flowing between us. It flashed like a blaze of fire, and I felt honour and glory radiate through me at the sight of it. Its handle was curved, with delicate carvings of wolves, mountains, and the sea worked into it. “And so it shall be,” murmured Luna Carla. Then, Alpha Felix stepped forwards.

“Take it!“ She ordered and I stretched my hand to it, feeling the burning of the purple flame and I gritted my teeth together enduring the pain and burn as my palm met with its handle the flame stopped burning and I took it out, it was heavy really heavy but I managed to carry it up and the burn on my hand slowly healed up and the blade becomes easier to carry, no longer heavy beaming with purple flames at its sharp tips. “What is it called?“ I asked “This is the Gazemel Blade!“ “Now I have a mission for you!“ She said TBC…

It should work if I fill the tub up halfway, then, the blood can do the rest. As I wait for the tub to fill up, I strip from my clothes and toss them to the floor. I sit back down on the edge of the tub and pick up the razor kit sitting beside me. I pry open the package and take out a sharp, purple razor that's never been used before. It's all packed into 3 separate razors, so I grab ahold of the handle and place the metal part on my wrist. It presses into my skin and I cut slowly. I wince at the unbearble pain, but it soon ends and I repeat on the opposite arm.

Gabi commanded. “I… I… want to… talk to… Antony.” She stuttered out before focusing back on the wall instead of Gabi. “Shit. I don’t know how she is doing it. But she is ignoring the command. Levi, use your spiral knife. Left thigh.” Gabi said nodding to me. Sighing, I looked at my bag and pulled out one of my favorite knives. It was a 10’ long spiral Damascus steel blade that could wreak havoc on a body. It hurt like hell going into the body, but hurt a great deal more coming out.