Kamen Rider Cross Saber Novels & Stories

A crew-cut enforcer from the Special Patrol pointed at the Judge, his voice seething with rage. "Point that finger again, and you'll wish you hadn't!" Ryker's wrist flicked, and the gleaming Cold Moon Saber materialized in his grasp. "What was that?" The crew-cut man scowled, turning to Ryker. "You're obstructing official Special Patrol business. That's outright defiance. You think I'm bluffing..." Before he could finish his threat, a streak of silver light zipped by, slicing past the man's finger. In an instant, the man's index finger hit the ground, and blood jetted out like a fountain.

So Kamdiri saw swords in the corner and pick up one of their long sword as he moves backward and used a superspeed jam with the shield as he tries to use the sword and pierce the shield but it vibrated instead, forcefully sending Kamdiri backward. "Hey oh my God..." Stella said as she rushed to Kambiri who was laying like a lifeless body on the ground. "Are you okay?" Stella said to him as he discovered that he is not breathing, as tears flows down from her eyes and so as it flows from Kamdiri's eyes too. "Do you know the shield you are trying to destroy just like that? It comes from the psyraid" General said to them as he has already knocked Chike and Ike down

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

Asmo's Saber, cloaked in darkness, exuded an aura of ominous power, while Satan's Saber blazed a fierce and blood-red hue, mirroring the intensity of his emotions. In this solitary arena, the stage was set for a confrontation that transcended physical combat, a clash of wills and emotions that would leave an indelible mark on their tumultuous relationship. The desert bore witness to the impending struggle, the stillness broken only by the crackling energy of their drawn Sabers, each brother poised to face the other in a battle that would test not only their physical prowess but also the depths of their resolve and the intricacies of their bond.

At the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect on the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain Range. A slender figure was sitting cross-legged in the sky above the mountain gate. His short black hair stood on end, shining with cold light like steel needles. He was a young man of the Human Clan. He had sharp eyebrows and sword-like eyes, but there was a hint of unconcealable arrogance between his eyebrows. His eyes were long and slanted, and his lips were thin. On his back was a cyan saber with a long hilt. The hilt was two meters long, and there was a crescent moon and a cyan dragon on the blade. The saber looked ordinary. Only a real master could feel the murderous aura from it. Only a murderous weap

At least Ryder was backed by the power of the Shore. The video switched angles. This time, it was one of the cameras of one of the buildings which gave a closer view. Ryder was using his scimitar, which he had locked in the house's basement after the war. Zed was spinning his lance that sparked with electricity. Every time their weapons locked, the pavement cracked and debris fell around them. Ryder only cared about fighting Zed and ignored the other members. Every time one got in his way, he just simply sent them flying off the roof down a hundred feet below.

Hunters. Men who traveled the borderlands killing anything that crawled out of the dark. Adrian had expected them to leave him there. Most people didn’t want a boy who had survived something like that. But the oldest hunter, a man with gray in his beard and scars across both eyes, had simply looked at him for a long time before speaking. “You saw them, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded. The man studied him a moment longer. Then he handed the boy a knife. “Good,” he said. “Then you know what you’re up against.”

His eyes weighed, then chose Kade. Kade stepped off the wheel like a man agreeing to a duel he didn’t arrange. He had his saber in his hand without anyone seeing when he took it there. His mouth was set with that bar of spite that has saved more lives than courage. They met over a coil of rope that had better sense than to get jealous.

Xianliang noticed something and was horrified after getting a good look at him, noticing a very familiar crest. “Wearing that insignia proudly, huh. A Sagemaker. What is a member of that group doing here?” Xianliang said. Xianliang noticed a knife underneath his sleeve and Wencheng threw it at Kazuha. Ryosuke, who suddenly came out of nowhere then grabbed the knife with his bare hands. He turns his head towards her. “Shiratori-san, you okay?” “I’m fine. Thank you.” “Get out of the way or you’ll die.” The guy warns.