Lava Blades Novels & Stories

KEAL My only priority was Lyra. I didn't care about the politics or the rival packs or the dirt beneath my paws. I saw a Council soldier raising a blade toward her, and I didn't even slow down, I just lunged and tore his throat out before he could even blink. I shifted back to my human form long enough to grab a discarded sword and cut down two more men who were trying to swarm the center of the pit, then I shifted again when a group of archers tried to pin me down. Every muscle in my body was screaming, but I could only see her.

The only person who may possess knowledge of a blade in our household would be Lanthernia due to her use of them on the farm. “Family inherited feud eh?” He replied, almost proud. “Yeah. Something of sort” “My generation always did not have the best terms with most people” I wonder why? “Now, I got beef with some families that I do not even recall their names. Just that my papa or mama spat anytime they crossed our lawn.” He continued and ended with a hearty laugh “ good ol’ days” I followed him to a nearby table where he had spread out swords of different shapes and sizes. “Any of them catch your eye?”

“That explains so much.” Papa continued, passing out each item slowly. A whip-sword that looks like it was made out of an ancient and holy vines and silver-thorned bramble for Aya. A curved bone-saw blade for Sari that looks like it was owned by the devil himself. A silver-inlaid stave carved with moons for Lily. She cradled it like it was a baby bear. “This one has a name,” she whispered. “I can feel it.” I wasn’t surprised. Lily had always been strangely good at naming things that should be nameless.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Lord Red Cloud suddenly stopped laughing and, in an unexpected move, threw three shining blades at Kiran, which caught him by surprise. "Kiran, be careful!" shouted the people from Dragonsland instinctively. Kiran didn’t move but watched the approaching spinning blades. These blades were shaped like five-pointed stars, each tip a curved, razor-sharp edge. The three blades attacked from different angles—one directly aimed at the forehead. This way, the person who was attacked would suffer attacks from three directions. Any hit from these blades would be fatal.

His mouth suddenly widened, and with his teeth doubling in size, a force drew a large number of bats, and Lava gulped them all, burping. With his hands behind his back, he glided towards Pascal, and the two of them stood some meters apart. "You are afraid that you will lose again; it is natural to be afraid of me, Pascal. There will be no second chance this time," Lava said with a smile. Pascal's grip on the sword tightened, and he snorted coldly, "I am not afraid of you." He charged forward with a slash. Lava dodged to the side, leaving an afterimage. With a wave of his arm, the sword in Pascal's hands flew away.

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!

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

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.

Hours bled into a blur. The cabin was filled with Evelyn’s guttural snarls, her pained gasps, the scrape of her nails against wood. Sweat poured down her temples, soaking her hair. Her body thrashed until Kael’s arms were the only thing keeping her grounded. Every time Jonah or Rowan moved too close, Kael’s growl deepened, a feral warning that none of them dared test.

Blade knows that Kala would be furious if he finds out what his daughter said so Blade cannot say a word. "You are not answering my question, Blade," Kala said again. Blade gulped when Kala lifted his face, groping his cheeks and squeezing them rigorously. Kala looked at Blade sharply, his eyes were like spikes that can kill you in an instant, his eyes alone scares people not to talk about how his body is built. Kala is as hard as a rock.