Gamma Blade Novels & Stories

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

As I weave through the chaos, my eyes catch a familiar face—Blade. Blade had been the Gamma when I was Beta of the Black Moon Pack. Together, we had helped Zane become an Alpha who was both feared and respected, shaping the pack into a force to be reckoned with. Seeing him now, standing in the middle of the battlefield, brings a surge of anger to my chest, a fiery rage that threatens to consume me. “Blade,” I growl, my voice dripping with fury as I push my way towards him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here after everything you’ve done.”

TO ACCESS THE SOVEREIGN'S REBELLION, PLEASE COMPLETE THE TRANSACTION. Lyra’s blade shattered against the barrier. And from the "User Profile" Eye, a hand made of solid, glowing "Premium Gold" began to reach for Kaelen.

He smiled at her, but it appeared to be a mocking smile from afar. Asking, 'Is that all you got?' Her grip becomes tighter. [BLADE LAW] On her other hand, a blade appeared. The blade on her right was burning red, but the new blade appeared to be burning with a bluish flame. She should just give it her all in a situation like this where she doesn't know what to do. {Blade Law (Epic Rank)- According to heaven's law, if the first sword misses, the second sword is a sure hit. Until the skill expires, the user gains Sword Aura.}

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

“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

"My system is perfectly adapted to freezing temperatures, drop that bowl into my territory!" Mike ripped the dish clean out of my hand, throwing a wide grin toward the Alpha of Silvercrest Holdings. "It appears a dominant line leader handles every technical skill flawlessly. You'd easily capture the golden blade if the regional board established a trophy for deshelling nuts." From the edge of my vision, I tracked the immediate darkening of Ada Lube’s expression. I drew a deep breath of the room's circulating air and wrenched the dish straight back from Mike's grip.

“I’ve never heard that word before.” “They spoke of our old gods, our old kings, saying they were one in the same,” Blake concludes, closing his eyes. “Hannibal has… wings.” “Wings?” Maeve narrows her eyes. Blake nods. “And some kind of a magical shield that can keep them hidden. I’m not sure.” “I’ll have Misty and Arthur look into it,” Ryatt says before taking Fallon out of Maeve’s arms with practiced grace. Fallon looks incredibly small tucked in the crook of his elbow. “Where’s Soren?”

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks