Lego Ninjago Time Blades Novels & Stories

The other members of the team: Timmy Stormblood 'Tim', the eldest and most matured member of the team. Age nineteen, son of Delactor Stormblood a world renowned swordsman. Tim joined the blade rage with the goal of becoming one of the strongest swordsman in the continent. At age nine he began learning the ways of the sword, at eleven he developed his own sword force and by fourteen he began learning sword style. Wielding the sword dubbed, Confessor's end. Now having a current bounty of ninety thousand perus.

It wanted the Tenth Life to end before it even began. ​"No!" I screamed. I reached out, my hand glowing with a desperate, violet light. I didn't have a weapon, but I had the "Scythe" mark on my wrist. I pushed my palm toward the creature, letting the dark energy of the jump flow through me. ​A wave of shadow hit the Time-Eater, slowing its gears. It recoiled, the white light inside it flickering as my darkness collided with its "Time." ​"Julian! The core!" I pointed to the glowing gold needle embedded in the creature’s center—the same needle the Eraser had used to drink Julian’s memories.

He could not believe what he was seeing. Nestled in the shadows was a blade, carefully hidden in the hidden depths under the bed. Leo leaned out to touch it, his fingers shaking. The blade was plain and unadorned, a chilly mirror of steel with secrets only those who had used it could really know. Leo slowly removed the weapon, fearful yet determined. It was a piece of the jigsaw that had escaped him for so long, and it was more than just a sword. His heart fell as he examined it more closely because there was an emblem he was familiar with, a marking that linked the blade to its owner.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

Gabi commanded. “I… I… want to… talk to… Antony.” She stuttered out before focusing back on the wall instead of Gabi. “Shit. I don’t know how she is doing it. But she is ignoring the command. Levi, use your spiral knife. Left thigh.” Gabi said nodding to me. Sighing, I looked at my bag and pulled out one of my favorite knives. It was a 10’ long spiral Damascus steel blade that could wreak havoc on a body. It hurt like hell going into the body, but hurt a great deal more coming out.

But his eyes moved right past me like I was just another trainee, another face in the crowd and he turned away, leaving irritation to flare hot in my chest. My jaw tightened. So that was the game today. Yesterday he'd looked at me like I'd been ripped out of him. Today I was a stranger. Fine. “Are you coming?” Elara murmured as she turned to join the others on the training grounds. "Yeah." I answered following closely after her. Training opened with a scenario — two territories, one border strip, both claiming ownership, no compromise. “What would you do?” Cassian asked the group. A few answers came quickly.