La Espada Bleach Novels & Stories

At that moment, she heard a voice. “Miss?” Eirene blinked and the figure beside her bed slowly came into focus. “Kyla,” she whispered. Kyla immediately stood up from the chair. Relief instantly appeared on her face. “Miss, you’re awake?” Eirene frowned slightly, but didn't answer. Her head felt heavy, but she could still see Kyla reaching towards the side of her bed. Kyla said. “The doctor will be here shortly.” Eirene closed her eyes again for a few moments. She tried to ease the dizziness, but instead fragments of memories came uninvited to the forefront of her mind: Yoren, a massive silver-white wolf, blood, a bite, a blood-binding ritual, and then emptiness.

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.

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.

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?!?!?

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

Jane raised her hand a bit higher, the pink light got brighter as she tries to come closer to them. Instinctively, Chesa swipes the knife at her and it glowed pink reacting to the energy from its owner's palm and bursts forth with a beam of light. Jane froze. “ Uh... ” she mutters moving the light to her abdomen and looking down in horror. Dolly cries at what she saw. Chesa had just cut Jane's abdomen right up to the chest, slicing a close-by tree clean in half as well. A mortal injury. Her blood's color though unusually glowed blue at intervals as she bled.