Ichigo Dual Wield Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He prowled around me like a predator, making me tense up. I was cornered. I was vulnerable. And I was alone. Suddenly, Umbra howled aggressively inside me, causing a burst of energy that I could only describe as "electric" to course through my body. I clenched my hands into fists, my gaze landing on them before I fixed my attention on Jin. His eyes widened in shock as he took a step back toward the balcony. "There's a lot even you still don't know about the power of the Dual wolf standing before you, Mr. Kisaragi." I blurted proudly, feeling ecstatic all of a sudden. "But I'll show you right now... In one strike."

Speaking up to there, Yagyuu Yukime's eyes spurted flames of hatred, as she said in a cold voice, "From that moment on, I have been thinking about to avenge my parents. However, I know I cannot fight against the entire Yagyuu family, and that I'm not Yagyuu Shinji's opponent. "For a long time, I have endured the humiliation and worked hard to train. I've always looked forward to one day being able to kill Yagyuu Shinji with my own hands, and avenge my deceased parents. "It is precisely because I have been under tremendous psychological pressure that led to signs of my split personality. This is why I'm called a two-faced witch." Qin Haodong secretly sighed. He didn't expect for Miss Yagyuu,

Jet wings sliced dawn's gold over Pacific indigo, Tokyo skyline sharpening steel fangs below. Kenji's hand rested possessively on my thigh through jewel silk, obsidian eyes scanning clouds like threats. Mahogany skin still hummed jet-bedroom echoes—silk ties' bite, his gravel claims—but hazel locked forward, dissecting the descent. Eiko's gambit dust, his two-year stalk confessed fuel now, not chain. Tokyo loomed as an empire's heart, where dragons forged or fell.

I pretended to jump at Oliver and when he retrieved it, I kicked on his shin and pushed him down while Katana threw flames at me. The duel was between fire and Ice, and I wondered who would win? I dodged the flames while jumping and destroying the mansion we were in but the creatures decided to join us too and they tried to attack me at once. I took the opportunity and killed one by one. It was too energy consuming but I didn't stop. My body became heavy but I kept fighting till I had breath in my lungs.

Vic was crying his eyes out when he saw the two guys attacking simultaneously. “Si-si-sis” Vic screamed, “Don't worry” Zia tried to console her brother. The dumb pair roared as they continued to explode with all their might. This proves that this man has no battle experience, neither training. 'It's easy, now let me try what I learned earlier' Zia jumps back and stands up. The twins remain still, and their hands begin to move. Their fingers show odd signs, and eventually the surrounding mana disturbs and the center are the twins.

Ich squinted at Aldrich, who is slightly taller than him, and smirked as if provoking him; he even pulled Alesteria closed to him, which ticked Aldrich off. "What if, no?" Alesteria turned to Ich and had the urge to just pull his hair out. 'Stop provoking my brothers or you'll end up in a graveyard!' She screamed in her mind. Aldrich didn't like Ich's words, so he pointed his sword at him and was getting ready to attack him. "Then, prepare to die." As soon as Aldrich spoke that, he rushed towards Ich and swung his sword, ready to cut his enemy. Ich, on the other hand, smirked and raises his hand. He knew what he had to do and this is getting annoying to him, so in order to lessen the annoyan

She was going to respond when we both distinctly heard the sound of flesh colliding against flesh and turned our attention to the match that had begun. It appears that Mitchum was able to land the first blow, but it also seems as if it has had zero effect on Ichor. As Mitchum steps back to reposition for another attack Ichor is able to swing out with a left and connect with Mitchum’s midsection. Mitchum staggers back but I can see by the fire in his eyes that he’s already way past pissed. Mitchum charged forward aiming for Ichor’s midsection, but caught his hip as Ichor shifted to deflect the attack. Instead of staggering, Ichor used the momentum to spin into a kick that caught Mitchum in th

"Good." "Kenji is still sitting in a federal cage," Shinjiro muttered, looking back at the empty pier. "My brother forgot his origins," Ichiro turned his hard eyes toward the distant city skyline. "He traded the sword for a fountain pen, Shinjiro. A pen snaps the second you put real pressure on it." "We lock down the perimeter first," Ichiro countered coldly. "We find their weak spots, and then we bleed this fucking city dry." A black sedan idled with a low purr at the edge of the pier. Shinjiro threw open the rear door, and Ichiro slid onto the leather seat.

New villain plan: - rush me. It was two 1.2m/4ft double edged blades versus two tomahawks. Unlike earlier skirmishes against less skilled foes, these two had perfected their teamwork. They were fighting me, keeping an eye out for Miyako (vis-a-vis the snipers) and they utilized their individually superior fighting skills to preclude anything but a desperation defense on my part.

Torvald roared, stumbling back two steps, eyes bulging with terror. Two old men lunged at my flanks, trying to surround me with rune‑ropes drawn tight. They never closed the trap. From the chamber’s center, the twins entered combat in lethal sync. Our son beat his silver wings with a sharp, furious howl — a slicing windstorm swept the floor at knee height, shearing the left‑side elder’s legs like dry wheat stalks. He crashed face‑down, screaming in agony; before he could crawl away, our daughter lifted her small hand toward the pewter pitcher: water condensed into five crystal ice‑spikes that flew with pinpoint precision, piercing his shoulders and chest, pinning him spread‑eagled to the pla