Four Cut Hero Novels & Stories

“These familiars are going to wake up when you do that, hmm? Shame, I couldn’t use my weather magic while I’m inside this bloody forest.” Alex backed away while still playing to keep the familiars from waking up. The four of us had him surrounded, but Cutler became more aggressive. He peppered our shields with a volley of summoned knives and managed to give Brock a powerful kick, sending him flying with both his shield and sword smashed. He then slapped Katie hard, knocking her off.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'