Lava Blades Novels & Stories

Blaze and Demeter shared a knowing look with a smirk on their faces as thick, thorny vines sprouted around her while he forged two large fire swords and large wings popped out of his back. ‘Ironic that he would say that.’ The three of them charged at her with all their attack, faster than the speed of light, but she evaded everything you even faster. *Slash* Her glaive made a single, simple move; the blade lit with white fire cut through flesh and bones without any effort, and a body dropped to the ground. “One down, two more to go,” Layla called out, holding up the head of Boris like it was a trophy. Blaze and Demeter’s eyes grew wide; their faces blanched with horror, and they shared a wor

The broadsword did not just glow. It sang. The heavy steel, infused with the combined, nuclear heat of the White Lycan and the Alpha King, vibrated with a frequency so intense it violently warped the air around it. It was no longer a weapon forged in a blacksmith’s fire. It was a shard of a dying star, held securely in the massive, steel-gauntleted grip of Silas Vane. The ambient temperature in a ten-foot radius around us instantly skyrocketed. The lethal, sub-zero blizzard was completely incinerated before the snowflakes could even touch my skin, turning into a hissing cloud of warm steam.

It was time to rise and dress herself to face the Lycan King. She glanced at her reflection in the large gilt mirror hanging above the sink basin. Her haunted eyes judged her harsher than any villager raining blows on her head. If it came to it, she decided, she would turn her blade on herself before letting the world in which her mother existed burn in a rain of fire. ****** There was something to be said for being clean, she thought as she worked at her long, dripping hair. The Lycan King had seen to her needs, at least. There were an array of combs that she used to smooth and arrange her hair.

I touch the blade, my aura surging forward, and I allow the flames of my power to wrap around it. I let go as she swings her sword, looking fucking hot, as we’re pushed away from one another. My eyes remain on the crawler she just sliced through. A victorious growl leaves me as it disintegrates. “It works!” “What the fuck works?” Alejandro snarls. “I’m shifting-” “Don’t. I need swords, every single sword that we are using. As long as I infuse my flames to the weapons, they will be able to kill the crawlers.”

"Dammit!" Enraged, a white, two-meter-long blade materialized in Qhuv's hand. With the blade in hand, Qhuv’s aura increased drastically. "Th-The Lethal Blade?" Upon seeing such a magnificent blade, the crowd could not help but exclaim. Some creatures who were observing the battle from afar could recognize the blade. "The weapon of the Killing Emperor…" "He's a creature of the Fatal Realm." Many discussed. The Lethal Blade was an Imperial Weapon.

Threads of energy extended from my hand, linking with concealed blades and weapons amassed earlier. The resounding clash of metal against unyielding surfaces reached my ears. The blades were ready. Springing from my crouched position, I leaped upward, left palm raised as a signal to unleash my counterattack. High above the ground, adversaries surged forth, armed with a deadly fusion of blades and energy spheres. With a resolute cry, I unleashed a torrent of energy, propelling a barrage of blades from the earth and boulders. The blades sliced through the air, transforming into a lethal hailstorm.

,' my wolf Alora sneered annoyingly. ' Okay I got this. This must be because of my overthinking. I was too hesitant, frankly speaking I was a bit scared of ending Scarlett's life. She was my worst enemy...' I sighed in relief and entered the warehouse of arms. Loren showed me the new swords which arrived from the human kingdom as per agreement from the King there. I pulled out one of the swords and swung it a little. " It's light and sharp. Easy to move and cut countless throats." " This will be easy for our knights to fight against those undead vampires. But we will have to do something about fire. The winter is coldest on the borders of Bliaviroth," Loren suggested.

Then he rushed once again and began dealing heavy blows with his longsword. Larice struggled as she tried to intercept and block every attack. The sword she’s using only slowed her arms down. But she kept on defending while observing the pattern of Quarth’s swordsmanship. His [Black Lava Style] was very different from Estes’ sword style. Each of his swings was devastating, while Estes’ attacks showed more agility and preciseness. Her arms grew exhausted as the impact kept on pushing her back. Steels clanged so loudly that it struck her ears every time their swords would find each other.

Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised. The sword was longer than I expected it to appear. It had a bare handle, without any type of leather or cloth wrapped around it to make it comfortable to hold. And as it neared the blade, it was slightly curved, to act as the guard. Despite that, the detail on it, the carved feathers, was a sight to behold. The blade was straight, single-edged, and had an upswept point.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.