Kars Blade Novels & Stories

Some of the Blade bodyguards were already down. Inside the manor, Allan was shooting whoever he got without mercy, same as Colton and Carter but the men were ex-military men and were quite strong. Some of them dodged the bullets very well and fights ensued. Casper was able to kill as much as he could with swords and knives but Don Dragon proved too strong when Colton and Carter faced him while Casper dealt with some of the dons.

Magnus Jordan trembled, his mouth opening and closing in a soundless attempt to stop the inevitable, the dreaded, and yet the most longed-for. Carlos licked his dry lips as he watched Jordan kick off his shoes, stepping out of the jeans that had been wrapped around his legs in a ball of cloth anyway. "Leave... I'll do that!" From his jeans, Carlos drew a gleaming knife, the blade gleaming in the light of a sunbeam that through a crack in the roof. With an animal sound, he tore open Magnus Jordan's shirt, exposing the bare skin, the rapidly rising and falling chest with the accelerated breathing.

While Gavin took Machine Guns such as bren machine gun,hotchkiss machine gun and MG42 Mag machine gun. Just like Cardo also picked the outstanding Schwarzlose machine gun, an AK-47 and tanto point a dagger class. Kulas took the assault rifle, a 6-inch stainless steel blade Ontario MK-3 Navy Knife and ammunition. "Woahh khez babes you look beautiful and at the same time you're scary"He's laughing at me after he said it to me afterwards he place it carefully. "so I won't bother you anymore"he added and turn to our busy companion.

He drew a digital blade forged from the fragments of his own Alpha Prime core. "I spent ten years being the reason she cried," Kael’s voice growled through the data-streams, vibrating the 14-B's firewalls. "I won't let a line of code be the reason she burns." He struck. Silver code collided with red glass. The shockwave rippled back to the physical world. My stone frame jerked violently. Ga-chi!

Rage surged through him like wildfire. He broke cover before she could stop him, crashing through the undergrowth. The scouts spun, but too late, his blade cut through the first, then the second, before the third raised a hand and unleashed a burst of shimmering force. Kael hit the ground hard, the shock rattling his bones. The world blurred, fire, steel, screams. Lira’s daggers flashed beside him, silent and precise, taking down two more. When it was done, only one scout remained, wounded, kneeling, clutching his arm where Kael’s blade had struck. The mark of the Silver Ash gleamed faintly under his collar.

I yelled back. A laugh escaped her lips, wild, terrified and real. The wyrm lunged again and I twisted sharply, rolling across the sand and pulling out the blade Caleb had pressed in both Kara and I hands. It was a sharp dagger. Not longer than a forearm. When it came close enough, I swung upward, slicing through one of its fins. It screamed, a piercing, otherworldly sound that made my ears ring. Kara’s voice rang out, “Reese, behind you!”

Magic surged outward. Carlos charged, blade blazing with sunfire. The hybrids moved in a blur, claws slicing, but Carlos was faster. He ducked and rolled, slashing through the first creature’s torso, setting it alight. The second lunged—Carlos twisted, pivoted, and drove his sword deep into its neck. Black blood splattered across the stone, sizzling where it touched the floor. Eric snarled and began chanting. The chamber trembled.

The Wooden Blade ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) ​He was going to kill himself, and he was going to take my sanity with him. ​I stood under the canvas awning of the command tent, watching Kaelen run the obstacle course for the fifth time. His dark thermal shirt was plastered to his massive torso, slick with rain and sweat. Mud coated his arms and face. His bandaged shoulder was bleeding through the linen, a dark crimson stain spreading across his left side.

Knife flashing, feet light, every lesson burning in my muscles. One down. Two down. Three. A blade caught my arm, slicing deep. Pain flared, but I didn’t stop. I drove my knife into the scout’s throat and moved on. Blood sprayed. Screams echoed off the cliffs. The ground turned slick with red. I didn’t feel sick this time. I felt alive. “Keep pushing!” Kael barked, cutting down two betas in one swing. “Don’t let them flank us!” We held the line.

"Use this one, or the one at your waist—either works. A blade can only hold one name." Lane looked down at the blade on the table—its edge gleaming, its cord wrap dark, a line of text carved near the tang. He saw the name. Brenn. Same as the one on his own blade. But Klaus picked it up, turned it over, took a whetstone from the table's corner, and scraped it across the name at the tang. Metal surface scored, a pale scratch where Brenn's name had been. With the stone's tip, he carved a new name into the scratch. Two characters. Short strokes, the final press heavy—like he'd done it without hesitation. Lane watched him scrape the old name away and carve the new one, the motion continuous, no p