Kamen Rider Cross Saber Novels & Stories

Morana looked at Ruin, tensing her brows while the man tied to her was peering intently at Kian. Kian’s aura reeked with bloodlust. He poised his hand inches away from his side. He freed the card held between his fingers. The golden and black card remained suspended in the air for a few seconds before they started rotating so fast I could barely see it. The card elongated, as if changing its form. The ring on Kian’s finger made a metallic clink as they wrapped around the rotating card, which had now turned into a lethally sharp black saber with a golden hilt.

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. ***

They put their hands to the book and pulled a saber out of it. “Are you Asta or Magic Knight or something?!” Rian exclaimed irritatedly. “Excalibur!” One of them swang it emitting a yellow wave to Rian. Rian dodged it and exclaimed, ”It’s saber! Not Saber’s Excalibur! It’s Arthuria Pendragon, not Saber!!!” Rian speeded up his pace while jumping evading the yellow waves they sent. He then remembered what just the guy said before. "Kill that guy!" No, not that one.

Next, a picture of the weapon Rain was holding came out. "Here's the 7.Vey Samurai Cable." Said the Admiral and swiped in the air. "It's not like Canyon and Card you're holding Rain, the dial you're holding is for assassins. So all you have to learn is to fly in the air with the cable with the samurai." Said the Admiral and showed the picture of the cable.

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.

His lips parted to say something but before he could utter a word, the shrilling sound of an arrow broke the silence. Due to his fast reflexes, he was able to dodge the arrow from hitting his chest but it still met him on his left shoulder. I looked up and saw Dexter with an arrow in his hands. But the most pronounced thing I saw was his jealousy and anger. When I took my gaze off the vexing Dexter, I noticed that the Ripper was no where in sight. He had escaped but without his bike. My legs shook terribly as I took tentative steps towards the bike. It looked exactly the same like Adam’s bike. It even had matching tires and similar scratches but I still didn’t want to believe that all these

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

Gorius and the other women around me are puzzled for my request. "I'm the only one here who isn't a werewolf. I'm human—" and part Phoenix, for my advantage, "I can defeat them." I raise a claim. Gorius turns to one of his attendants and they seem to have a grip on my crossbow. They fetch my equipment in no time. The bike inside the garage holds a few very hundred of the needle like crossbow shoots. Highly effective. But they're silver alloy and will put a dent on one's wallet. The crossbow and the needles are dropped to the ground for me as the metal clinking sounds satisfy my ears.

With a swift motion, as Alexander's request still hung in the air, Cirantaka yanked the alloy war saber from his waist and roared, "Mister Kane, here's your blade!" The blade was thus in Alexander's hand. It might not hold a candle to Alexander's own sword, but it was a worthy conduit for the storm of celestial power raging inside him, ready to unleash its fury. "This is bad!" The moment Alexander's fingers closed around the hilt, Takuya and the shadow warriors felt a surge of panic. In unison, they turned tail and bolted, desperate to escape.

The saber was made possible by the Undina Clan’s Mizu Funsha no Jutsu (Water Stream), which produced a very high-pressure jet of water that was as strong and sharp as regular katana. “Well,” Koumori-shishou said, “we would not be very good Slayers if we threw away fifteen minutes of head start, would we?” “Maybe you’re just stupid,” Ganzorig said. “It was precisely the light in your pipe that led us here.” “Death on a hook is food in the eyes of a fish.” “Be ye sayin’ ye lured us out here, ye treacherous cur?” Captain Fang roared. “This shall nah end well fer ye.”