Kars Blade Novels & Stories

The small altercation with Killian had eaten too much into the amount of free time that she was allowed, and she was late when she careened into the hot, bustling kitchen. Her mother was at one of the dozens of workstations littered around the kitchen proper, slicing root vegetables with a practiced hand. Combat class had never included the edged weapons training that Cassidy had longed for. Instead, her mother had trained her to wield a knife with deadly precision, an art form she had acquired through years chopping vegetables in this very kitchen.

Although young master Wu constantly looked at Meng Qian, he could only stare without daring to come closer, as Rong Xun was in the car with them. High-tech cars allow cars to float in the air, as it is a technology based on the same premise as flying swords. Instead of gasoline or other fuel, spiritual stones are used, which are stones that artificially receive the generation of Qi. Stones after drying can be reused to store more, just as in cultivation novels, stones are divided by quality. Young Master Wu's car has seven seats, two in the front, and the other seats were in the middle, seats facing each other, with an advantageous suitcase at the end. Rong Xun was beside young master Wu, wh

The first Harvester didn't scream when I took its throat. It couldn't. The vocal processors in its white synthetic shell weren't calibrated for pain, only for the clinical reporting of the harvest. I moved before its magnetic boots even settled on the marble. The Phantom Blade was a sliver of shadow in my grip, less a weapon and more an extension of the Sovereign engine roaring in my chest. It wasn't a lunge; it was a high-density burn that turned my muscles into coiled wire and the air into a haze of static.

"He’s clueless. Can a pampered bloodline pet like you actually draw real blood when the pack war breaks out?" "Watch me," I growl. I tear my double-curved hunting blades from their back scabbards, the silver steel humming as I execute a blindingly fast three-point kata right in front of them. The air slices open, the precision of my strokes whistling through the empty weapons hall. I move with raw, deadly intent, my body fluid, every strike aimed at lethal arterial points.

"Go! Go!" Kaelor erupted from the side vent like a shadow made of spite. He didn't use a gun. He used the iron blade, the heavy metal shearing through the neck-joints of a blinded mechanical hound before the machine could deploy its heat-sensors. The Aethelgard infantry scrambled, their power-armor hissing as the electronics fried, leaving them as heavy, bumbling statues in the dark. "Move it! Grab the crates!" Kaelor barked at the shifters following in his wake.

That only makes my lips tighten in anger and a heartless response leaves my lips. "When you see her, ask to confirm." Karl lunges one last time but the Blackbone blade glows with a bright purple light in my hand and he drops to the floor, the last of his life sapped away. The night goes silent and I stare at Karl's body for a while. This wasn't supposed to happen. Karl wasn't part of the equation and now, he's dead. I lean down and with the blade, I carve into the skin of his chest.

Everyone is scattering to fight each other. “How about a deathmatch?” Carz asked. “Fine by me!” Katon said shoving Carz. They both are attacking and defending. Katon tries to hit Carz, but his movement is too fast that Katon is having trouble hitting her, but he can dodge Carz’s assault too. “You are not bad,” Carz said. “You either,” Katon said. “But.” Carz leaps backward and dashes fast. ”I'll kill you right now!” Carz shouted expanding his claw which looks like 10 sharp blades and stabbed Katon in a jiffy. Katon becomes silent and he drops his iron staff which has turned into his pen.

Each heartbeat carried Nova and Isla’s faces in its echo. “Left flank—falling!” Knox shouted, dragging one of the younger recruits behind a steel beam, blood streaking the boy’s sleeve. Blade moved like death itself, eyes sharp, his knife never missing its mark. He slammed a body into the flames, the man’s screams short-lived. “Keep the circle tight!” Blade roared. Cruz ducked low, slammed the butt of his gun into another man’s jaw, felt the crunch of bone, then shoved him into the spreading fire. “This isn’t your empire anymore,” he spat.

Blood soaked his fur, his jaws, his chest, and he reveled in it, every kill fueling the storm inside him. Kael was the blade among them, weaving through chaos with deadly elegance. He darted past a rogue’s strike, twisting midair to land atop another, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh beneath the jaw. He ripped sideways, tearing the head almost free, and before the corpse even hit the ground, he was gone, moving onto the next. His claws slashed across bellies, spilling entrails to the dirt, his speed unmatched. To fight him was to die before realizing the battle had begun.

“Since I was very impressed today, you can hop in my car, Boris. I will drop you off at the palace.” “Finally!” Blade uttered and eagerly rode in Garett’s sports car. Blade’s duality was impressive. I had no idea how he could act this ignorant and this immature. Blade was the exact opposite of Boris and yet, he was portraying his role so brilliantly. Garett pressed his arousal against my thigh and whispered, “See you around, dog. As much as I want to take you with me, pets are not allowed inside the car, especially dogs.”