Kamen Rider Blade King Form Mga Nobela at Kwento

I saw all this happening and when I began to feel poisoned, Alpha King Ryan came to me when Alpha King Raymond attacked the rogue leader. Alpha Ryan tried to touch me to remove the blade, but I told him to stop since I knew it contained silver and wolf bones. Shifting back, he asked someone to bring any clothes to cover my body and instructed me to Shift back to my human form. The female warriors hide me when I shift back to human form and give me clothes, but before I wear the clothes, I remove the blade. It was excruciatingly painful to remove the blade, and I fainted. Alpha King POV

" Was Bathal’s short reply. The King stared at the Black Blade again, his fingertips touching the brand. But then he felt the blade slice his fingerstips, drawing blood from his hand. The King cursed and it shocked Accashia and Calleb as well. “The same blade Mayari Tabbu was accused of forging…” His eyes widened at the thought. “If this came from a Shaman from your Village then I need to hear it from Luntian. I need to know what this blade is made of…” "Accashia is the only one who can activate the blade." Calleb chimed in. “It’s not just a blade, father. It’s a sword.” can he say to something he had no knowledge of. It would be like threading to an unknown territory while blindfolded. "Ask

When everyone here was discussing, suddenly, another amazing aura approached from afar, followed by this amazing aura, tens of thousands of blades covered the sky. Only saw a rough-looking middle-aged man who came with a knife in his arms. Everyone was not surprised, but even the True Fairy Queen's face changed. "Blade King!" Blade King, yet another two hundred Enlightened Practitioner master, but has reached two hundred and twenty Enlightened Practitioner, the strength is still above the True Fairy Queen. No wonder the True Fairy Queen saw this middle-aged man, Also their faces changed. Tadhg Walter's face was as usual.

He turned his body to face them, but still, his face is not clearly visible. Blade is confused. He is not understanding how this man knows his name. 'Looks like he investigated all of us before coming here and attempting to kill The King ' he thought. "I...." Blade opened his mouth to give a strong verbal whiplash to Reed, but only air came out of his mouth. Reed rattled him that much. Reed shook his head with annoyance. He understood what is happening here and his irritation flared. He is trying to control his anger. "Ar*atix IP1, a weapon which is made to kill" he murmured while looking at the sleek black handgun which Blade is holding. That gun is expensive and is a high-tech weapon.

"Time to wipe the drive, Aria." She lunged for the core. Kael materialized in her path. In the architecture of my heart, he appeared as the Alpha Prime—dark hair, eyes of glacial ice, a silhouette carved from unyielding iron. Smoke curled from his shoulders. The 14-B virus consumed his legs, turning his silver code into gray ash as he stood on the copper wires. "The King stays on the throne," he growled. He drew a Memory-Blade, a jagged spike forged from his own archival data. It hummed with a silver light that tasted of salt and old pine.

In his hand was a red and white Katana, the guard of the sword was still the Red Dragon Snake's head, the grip was lined with white golden peacock fabric and wrapped with the feather's stem for extra grip, on the pommel was a red energy core. It was the energy core of a Draconic Cobra King, also the guard that was the dragon snake's head had two more energy cores in its eyes that were previously empty. The blade was white but with red vein-like patterns running alongside the blade and there were several magic circles etched into the blade, each only a centimeter in diameter.

"I call it our empire." With a single, effortless flick of his wrist, Caelum slashed upward. The crescent wave of Obsidian Eclipse fire ripped through the sky, colliding head-on with the Sun-King's massive solar blade. There was no explosion, no shockwave—just a terrifying, absolute silence as the ancestor's divine weapon dissolved into harmless sparkling dust upon contact. Before the Sun-King could recover, Caelum vanished from the terrace. He reappeared a microsecond later directly in front of the colossal divine entity, driving his blazing obsidian blade straight through the center of the golden armor.

Cassidy stared blankly at the door the Lycan King exited. He was...overwhelming would be an appropriate word, she decided. His arrogance and blatant disregard of her as a person made her angry. Anger was better than fear. Anger could be used, shaped, molded into something sharp and dangerous. Her ire was a weapon she would forge in secret. "Not that there is any useful application." She whispered to the silent room. He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him.

"Did you see-" "Enough to make me know what's going on between you too," he replied. "Princess Evanora, do you know what you're doing right now? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" I nodded sheepishly. "Yes." "And do you have even the slightest idea how risky it is?" He continued. "Just how did you get involved with Blade in the first place?" "What?" I looked up at him. "How do you- Do you know Blade?" He sighed then massaged his temples for a while before replying. "You seem to have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Blade isn't a human or even better a vampire. He is a werewolf! Do you even have any idea what that means?"

"Look at the blade... it is her own silver-alloy metal... why would I mutilate my own bloodline?" Suddenly, the air inside the nursery dropped ten degrees in a single millisecond. Marcus walked through the threshold. The Alpha King looked like a warlord carved out of solid obsidian, his massive frame completely swallowing the light from the hallway. He did not wear his royal robes; his bare chest was lined with the dark, unhealed veins of his ancient wolfsbane injury, and his heavy iron broadsword was strapped to his back. His dual-colored eyes scanned the scene with cold calculation. He looked at Camille bleeding in the dirt, he looked at the silver dagger, and then he looked directly into