Half Face Blades Cardiac Spike Novels & Stories

The blade is serrated, and I notice three notches missing as I bend down closer to look at it. “Fucking shit.” I mutter. “What?” a healer asks. “Serrated. And it’s damaged.” My heart sinks, thinking there may be loose silver pieces lingering in his now gushing neck wound. He takes his gloved hand and grabs the blade, moving closer to the light to get a better look at it.

He asked as he checked my arm and I shook my head. "Care to introduce yourself?" Jayson asked in a cold tone and I gave him a cold glare. "Noah Clayton, I'm a cardiologist." Noah introduced himself. "Jace Rae." Jace said as he put his hand out and Noah shook his hand. "Jayson Rae." He introduced himself but not bothered to shake hands with him.

“Please wait.” He was far from my table and there were so many voices around me and yet, out of all of them, I was still able to hear that voice and to focus on that voice alone. My hand slightly trembled that I had to put the glass back to the table for fear of spilling the wine. Slowly, I turned to a particular direction. My pulse quickened when I saw the only man brave and unique enough to wear a red suit in this party. Half of his face was covered with his silver mask, but my heart could tell that it was Blade. He tied his hair in a bun tonight.

Freya wrapped one arm securely under his back and raised his body slowly, ignoring the sucking noise of his torn flesh rasping against the thick wood. She worked quickly, methodically, severing each spike beneath his body. Most of them had missed vital organs which was a minor miracle, with the exception of the one through his left thigh. That had hit his femoral artery. It was that one which was pumping his blood out so fast that he was probably moments away from death. She could hear how weakly his heart was beating and she strove to work faster.

"Spatial shift paired with localized plasma release! You're combining your father's shadow friction with your mother's core burst!" “I put the energy right at the very tip of the blade just before impact.” "Valen," he said proudly, brushing dust from his brow and looking up with starlight-bright eyes at the veteran warrior. "It concentrates the shockwave so it doesn't waste stamina or scatter the force."

Ignoring all consequences -- he focused his blood in his mind as a lot as possible. Blood rushed via his blood vessels. His coronary heart becomes beating at its very limit, following a speedy rhythm. Moments later -- in real reality it become simply an immediately of extraordinarily short thinking, a flash of lightning streaked throughout his thoughts. "--So that is what's going on." Returning blood float to normal, he allowed his blood to go back to his torso. Raven drove and supported his unsteady frame, pulled out The Sacred Cross Blade from the ground and carried it on his shoulders.

"Change of procedure, we will do the coronary artery bypass surgery now you do as I say!" I said and then Chloe and I move to Max legs and start getting a healthy artery. "Scalpel!" I said and I start opening his legs to incise an artery when suddenly Max is now having a cardiac arrest! "Fuck! heart the diffbrilator! charge 200!" But the heart isnt beating! "Damn Max! dont die on me! charge 300!" And still no heart beat! so I drop the diffribilater and then fix my gloves and insert my hand at his pericardium and gently massage his heart, I cant lose on him, damn you Max, dont do this!

The lines went completely off the normal charts, turning into a massive, frantic mountain of cardiac panic. "This," Dr. Aris said, his voice echoing loudly in the quiet room. "This is the moment." I looked across the room at Blake. He had stopped breathing. His dark eyes were locked onto the television screen, staring at the jagged red lines of the graph. "At exactly 11:42 PM," Dr. Aris said, reading the time stamped at the bottom of the screen. "Scarlet Ford’s pacemaker recorded a catastrophic cardiac event. Her heart rate violently shot up from 80 beats per minute to an incredibly dangerous 190 beats per minute in less than five seconds."

"What just happened?" ​She opened her mouth to speak, but her alternate self cut her off with a sharp, piercing scream. ​The Crown Blade had completed its fusion. It hovered in the air between them, split down the middle—one half burning with pure, searing white fire, the other cloaked in absolute blackness. Right at the intersection of the two metals sat a single, unblinking crimson eye. ​The eye snapped open.

His thruster erupted, and he dashed forward. The Thermal Greatsword rose high and cleaved down, splitting the oncoming lightning in two. Half of Flora's face was also sliced off. Flora wasn't weak, so it managed to jerk its head away just in time, but still got half its face severed. The Thermal Greatsword was exceptionally sharp. It cut through Flora's face without much resistance. Yet, Flora's vitality was resilient. Even with half its face missing, it survived and could still fight. Its tongue, sharp like a spear, stabbed at Victor's abdomen.