Lava Blades Novels & Stories

Several aura blades flew towards Jack, covering almost the entire field; yet for some reason, they were gravitating towards him like they had minds of their own. “Mmm,” Jack narrowed his eyes and pressed forward. Digging his spear into the stage (Weapon Decks are made out of material stronger than the stage), he swivelled to get away from one aura blade while flipping over another. Unfortunately, the others weren’t as easy to deal with. Briskly dodging a few more, Jack was forced to retreat, but that was not before ridding himself of the pesky flames. Lifting his spear into the sky, he span it rapidly like the motoring blades of a helicopter. Then he struck the ground with great force!

Blades sang through the air, silver flashing, shadows screaming. Lyla moved through the battlefield like a force of nature ripping, tearing, destroying. The creatures fought back. Fast. Unnatural. Each strike like wind cutting through stone. But Lyla was faster. She ducked beneath a clawed strike, spun, and buried her blade into the thing’s chest. It shrieked. Faded. And vanished. But more kept coming. They did not tire. Did not slow. They were not trying to win. They were trying to keep her here.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

Large trees are curtaining their way and the sky is barely visible. Lavi raises his hand and concentrates hard. Instantly, a ball of fire appears, floating on his palm. “Does it hurt?” Anna asks him. “No, it won’t hurt me,” Lavi says. His skin is intact but the heat from the fire is different from a normal flame. Anna, who is standing a few feet away, can feel the heat even from a distance. “Do not stray too close,” Lavi warns. “This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.”

Because of this blade Lily was able to use tiny portions of her wind power, integrating the might of the wind element into her sword. Mane gently patted the heavy swords that were strapped to his back. Night’s Kiss and Night Mare they were called. They were made from the even rarer Darkness Stones, and Mane liked them. However, it wasn’t the time to use them. The things that were coming were too weak. “Goblins again?” Lily asked, her nerves a bit tense. After all, she wasn’t a regular at fighting. Although this was the third time she had to defend herself today, the frequency of attacks didn’t make it any easier.

Lionel wasn't the only one with the knowledge of herbs and concoctions. Her blades were specially crafted to slay vampires. When it sliced through their skin they didn't heal like they normally did. Made out of a meteor rock and some other elements she scavenged from the old ruins in the forbidden pass, the concoction she uses to polish the blade added more benefits. As she watched his scowl deepened and she raised her hand, giving him a two-finger salute. The bastard loved the hunt and chase. But this was her game, one she knew he'd never win. Because of the woods... No one knew these woods as I do.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

Kael shielded me with his body as the magic spun. And then, from the center of the relic chamber, a voice whispered— “The Luna’s Blade must return.” The light faded. And on a pedestal in the heart of the room, something floated. A sword. Unlike anything I’d ever seen. Its hilt wrapped in leather that shimmered like starfire, its blade forged of obsidian and moonlight fused. It pulsed like a living heart. Solen stepped forward, awe thick in his voice. “The Blade of Veyra. Lost for centuries. Forged in the tears of the Moon Goddess herself.”

Gavin unleashed everything he had, pushing his divine ability—Rending Wind Blades—to its limit. Countless blades crashed down on Lawrence in a relentless barrage. With Lawrence's stamina and spiritual energy nearly depleted, it looked like he had no way to withstand the attack. Glancing upward at Gavin, he tightened his grip on the Sovereign Silver Spear. Then, he swept it in a wide arc and shouted, "Break it!" A torrent of power burst out and met the descending wind blades head-on. Piercing explosions followed as the spear force filled the sky, breaking them apart one after another before driving straight into Gavin.