La Espada Bleach Novels & Stories

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

A glint of metal caught the light as Spencer produced a sharp blade. “You’re going to regret ever crossing my family,” Spencer vowed, his voice devoid of emotion. With a swift motion, Spencer’s men pinned Chase’s legs to the floor. Chase screamed as Spencer raised the blade, his eyes fixed on the gleaming metal. The blade descended, slicing through fabric and flesh with ease. Chase’s screams turned to agonized wails as his legs were cut off from the knees, blood gushing from the wounds. Spencer stood back, his eyes never leaving Chase’s contorted face.

Saffron stood shielding his body with hers, a white globe around them, deflecting Ishild's darkness. Ishild screamed again and stormed towards them, the floor rising and cracking beneath her steps. "I've had enough!" she reached towards Saffron. Elric stood and jammed his sword into Ishild's chest, Saffron's hand wrapped around his own. He watched as a bolt of white light traveled down the length of the blade and punched into Ishild's body as his blade slid into her chest.

The room quickly filled up with a series of bladed energy imbued with lightning. The air started to crackle as the lightning bladed energy shot across the room. He viewed himself holding a sword that appeared in his Spirit Realm. He swung the sword around which erupted with lightning-bladed energy from time to time. The bladed energy became more and more powerful as Zephyr’s movement quickened from its pace. It was as if he was completely surrounded by an ocean of bladed energy. His movements were blurred and had a shadow effect as he moved around in his Spirit Realm.

She cried out one or two times, but that was the only thing she could get. Teresa started approaching her slowly, hands still outstretched. I watched in wonder at the immense power my mother displayed through Teresa’s body, dumbfounded. As Teresa approached the struggling Diana, a streak of blue-white light extended slowly from her hand to form a glowing sword, burning with flames of blue-white light. My eyes widened. “Did you think it was going to be like last time?” Elyria’s voice came through. A line of blood dripped ‌from the corners of Diana’s mouth, but she couldn’t even speak.

Chelsea leaped straight up, kicking off from the huge icicles , using it as a springboard, she shot out like a bullet fired from gun, landing right under the tortorantula . The smell of rotten meat burned her nostrils. The tortorantula was clicking its pincers more furiously ever than before clearly it didn't like its vision obscured . Chelsea however got ready to charge ignoring the angry bellows , she came up , kneeling with her sword in hands .She drove her sword straight into its underside, slashing its furry body . The tortorantula roared in agony. It flailed, clicked its pincers , then began to disintegrate , crumbling as if it was made of sand,it burst apart, showering Mia with chunks

Each lethal arc of his blade cleaved through the ranks of their adversaries, the clamor of steel against steel intermingling with the anguished cries of those who dared stand against him. His piercing blue eyes seemed to hold the depths of the ocean, shimmering with an intensity that commanded attention and reverence. "We are close King Van Helsing, we should shift now, the angel is just up ahead!" His second in command spoke driving a spear into his enemy's heart. He was a large man with blonde hair that towered over everyone on the battlefield.

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?