Kai Razor Blades Novels & Stories

Karin combats Raya with her double edged blade enchanted with spells. Karin aggresively yet swiftly swings her blade at Raya but Raya dodges- or at least that's what it seems. Despite reacting on time, Karin's blade still cuts Raya's dominant arm and quite deeply. Raya chuckles, "I see you inherited that ancient treasure. It's said to increase the damage inflicted and a single slice is enough to be a critical hit- even without getting hit. Such a treasure is wasted on you."

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.

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

The twin blade glittered beautifully in the light. Rick was a ticking time bomb and it was best to be prepared. I lifted the crescent shaped blades up and inspected them. Their edges looked really sharp and they were light in my hands. I wasn't joking about wanting to peel off his flesh strip by strip but that could wait, at least until he makes his move. Silver is really pretty.

Real, raw panic. Before I could protest, Kai dropped to his knees among the shards, his hands brushing carefully along my ankle. His eyes darted over the cut like it was the worst thing he’d ever seen. “Don’t move,” he ordered, his tone clipped but trembling under the weight of urgency. “If glass is lodged in there, it’ll tear deeper.” “Kai” “Don’t argue.” His gaze shot up to mine, unflinching, fierce. But it wasn’t the sharp, dangerous dominance of Liam. It wasn’t the smoldering torment of Zane.