Flamingo 5 Blade Razor Novels & Stories

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.

"Why are you being so serious it's only Black Rhinos, a mature black rhino is at the peak of gold rank that shouldn't be a problem for you, right?" "look at the ground, you see all that dry grass, if I use my flames here I might end up burning down hundreds of miles of land and killing millions of creatures here. That would be a bad idea. So, I'll have to rely on ole Red Fang here to get the job done," he said this while touching his 5ft tall red Katana.

Zara said, voice low and shaking with restrained violence. “You do not use the people I care about as bait.” Voss’s gaze flicked to the sigil still burning on my chest. “Oh, but I had to,” she replied. “Now we know.” “Know what?” I demanded, forcing myself upright despite the pain. Voss’s eyes gleamed. “That the blade works,” she said. “And that even you can bleed.” She stepped closer, boots crunching over shattered stone. “That was a prototype,” she continued. “A Devourer’s Fang. Designed to sever bonds. To harvest selectively. To test limits."

“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.

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…