Kamen Rider Cross Saber Novels & Stories

The entire thing, pommel to point is black, and the only color is a trio of red rubies that sit at the top of the cross guard. “It’s beautiful…thank you” I say, she looks at me expectantly, and then eyes the larger box. I already have an idea of what it will be, but I still want to cry as I find a set of twin blades, the coloring the exact same, with the 3 rubies, in the box. “If I were to hug you, would you rip my arms off?” I ask her, choked up with emotion. I can’t believe she was so thoughtful…even if she had agreed to train me I would have happily used whatever was readily available in the weapon storage for the army.

The entire thing, pommel to point is black, and the only color is a trio of red rubies that sit at the top of the cross guard. "It's beautiful...thank you" I say, she looks at me expectantly, and then eyes the larger box. I already have an idea of what it will be, but I still want to cry as I find a set of twin blades, the coloring the exact same, with the 3 rubies, in the box. "If I were to hug you, would you rip my arms off?" I ask her, choked up with emotion. I can't believe she was so thoughtful...even if she had agreed to train me I would have happily used whatever was readily available in the weapon storage for the army.

Tigrani lifted her captives again, but Kenru intervened before they could be thrown to the ground once more. Kenru's movements resembled those of a fierce and swift gust of wind. I, too, was astounded by the brilliant gleam emanating from his sharp katana. Within moments, the katana emerged from its sheath, the blade magnified to an extraordinary size. Kenru wielded the blade in both hands, sweeping it through the air to sever Tigrani's formidable locks. The clash of Kenru's blade against Tigrani's hair produced an explosive burst of energy, resulting in severed strands and splintered trees. Kenru's swift and decisive action impressed me, capturing my attention before he turned his focus to

Kaen POV I stood waiting for Runner in the gardens with two daggers and a short sword. As long as I remember what V4 taught me, I should be ok. Runner appears with three katana on his belt and zero armor as well. " Ready for payback?" He asks as he draws two of his sword. " Ready as I'll ever be." I drew my short sword, I only have 10 minutes until my arm starts straining from the weight. " Then here I come. "

The train started losing speed as it closed in on the crossing. He looked determined, as if he’d made up his mind on something, one that Kamal couldn’t quite grasp. He’d been watching him closely for a while now. “Are you alright, mate?” he eyed him curiously. “Huh? Yeah.” Dev hadn’t heard his query right away. “Sure?” “Yup,” he lied, wanting to brush him off. “You look rather troubled man,” Kamal pointed out. “Not really,” he countered, “it’s just that I --” He trailed to a stop as his eyes fell on a sight that took his breath away.

The Omni-Caliburn now reunited with its master and creator, Kent could feel the blade's thoughts. He placed the crossguard of the blade close to his lips whispering. "Thank you, Vestroia." The blade's fangs vibrated rapidly creating a high-pitched sound barrier that nearly damaged the ears of the knights inside the armory out of the sheer joy it felt of being praised like a father to a child. With the blade in hand, the knights now march upon the city with Arrow, cannon, and fire reigning down upon them filling the skies in darkness. Aisha's mages were able to dispel the dark clouds above them.

Reaper noted, standing up in the passenger seat of a scav-crawler and racking the bolt of his sniper rifle. "Those aren't just swords," Dax warned, his amber eyes tracking the impossibly fast movements of the advancing crimson mechs. "They're phased. Kinetics won't stop them." A squad of Cyber-Ronin lunged forward. They didn't run; they engaged integrated repulsor-skates in their boots, gliding across the black-glass streets at terrifying speeds. One of the Ronin closed the distance to Tank in a microsecond, swinging its magenta katana in a blindingly fast, horizontal arc designed to cleave the massive enforcer and his trike entirely in half.

Then the figure dissolved into smoke, leaving silence in their wake. Avery’s hands shook slightly as the group dispersed to the weapon racks. She followed Kael to their station, where an obsidian case waited. Inside lay a scythe unlike hers—sleek, etched with faint silver lines that glowed as she reached for it. Armor rested beside it: black plates fitted to her size, curved to protect but light enough not to hinder. “Take it,” Kael instructed. Avery lifted the weapon. It was heavier than her old scythe, humming faintly in her grip as though aware of her uncertainty. She fumbled with the balance, adjusting her stance.

I thought it’s because she can’t look at him like this, but it’s something else entirely. Carden struggles to move as he barely comes to a lopsided sit, his hand slides out and the tips of his fingers graze my knee, a shiny silver blade hidden beneath his flat palm. I look him dead in the eye as I slide the small weapon up my sleeve the moment Brit screams at me.