Kars Blade Novels & Stories

She said in a rush. "You can leave that to Klay, it's his job." He glared at her. "So it means that he is your luna?" She teased him. "No, he's not!" Blaze growled. "It's my job babe, let me do it." She said calmly, holding his hands. He let out a deep breath before letting her go. "Alright, Klay come here before I castrate you." He threatened him making her gasped in fear, he wouldn't do that, wouldn't he?

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Her lipstick was already smudged from their kisses in the car. “Damn, I missed this place,” Rose said, pulling off her heels. She dropped her purse, not even caring where it landed. Her hands went straight under Bryan’s shirt, and down his pants, pulling them out and taking in the big c*ork. “Damn! Is still as big and well curved as I like. Mummy is about to take you to the full moon.” She bent down and shoved the whole c*ork down her throat. He held her as she thrust in and out with her throat.

Though that it hasn’t healed yet, thanks to my quick healing factor as an Alpha, means that the blade must have been silver. A blade of any other metal might serious wound Cara, especially with her wolf in stasis, but it might not kill her. A silver blade though. If that hits its mark – hell, even if it’s close enough – that would be enough to kill her on the spot. “Alaric,” Cara says again, pain in her voice. “I’m fine,” I tell her. “I barely feel it.” “This shouldn’t have happened…” she whispers, more to herself now than to me.

“Well it certainly would be best if we strike first, with a surprise attack, especially after what has been happening during the last week you were asleep.” “And just what has happened during the past week I have been unconscious?” I questioned, my tone cold. “Well let's just say, Leo blade is in a bit of panic now, seeing he is still unsure whether Kiara or you are alive or not, but he does plan to start another war with her death or her being Miss though.” “He believes it would be much easier to use that to also push the black knights and other gangs to follow him too, so he's already gathering the other gangs that have always been against the Darkwood.”

Kiran chuckled, "Mr. Lord Red Cloud, you are not my match. Go back now, and you might still save your life." "Killing an enemy is not just about martial strength," Lord Red Cloud scoffed, pointing at his head, "Sometimes it's more about this." Kiran just smiled. "Do you remember the cut on Blake Frost's neck?" Lord Red Cloud asked arrogantly. "Your handiwork?" Kiran's voice turned icy. Lord Red Cloud did not respond but instead produced three throwing knives from his hand, "Spinning Blades!" He looked up at the sky. "Blake Frost was fortunate to die by my spinning blades."

"And I am done running." The rock in my hand felt like a toy against the blue-flame monstrosities pouring through the fissure. The first Hollow lunged, its fingers elongated into glowing talons. "Back!" Kael roared. He moved with a fluidity that defied his gaunt frame. The blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of black smoke. When it hit the Hollow, the blue fire was absorbed into the blade. The creature let out a dry, rattling shriek and dissolved into a pile of grey ash.

I jumped after him. The impact was hard, but I rolled off, pulled my cutter and activated it. The blue-white blade cut through the thick, damp air. “A companion, left!” Kael called when two of the creatures jumped from the side to me. I ducked, my movements were almost intuitive with his Adopted by the Commission. While I was rolling under the first veil, Kael rammed the second his knee into the skull and shattered his crystalline armoring. I stabbed with the cutter, my hand was calm, my breath was even. We were

I had a ceramic blade and a decade of repressed, agonizing fury. I lunged out of the alcove, driven by pure survival instinct. I didn't aim for his armored heart; I went for the vulnerable gap at the back of his knee. The razor-sharp ceramic blade slid through the tactical fabric like it was thin silk, severing the tendon. The man buckled with a choked gasp, his scream cut short as Luciano turned with predatory speed and finished him with a single point-blank shot.