Lego Ninjago Time Blades Novels & Stories

Namtar pulled a long, thin blade from the air out of nothing. The crowd could not even begin to describe the blade and its exquisite beauty. It was as if it could cut through the fabric of time and space—and the universe. The world seemed to have stopped dead in its tracks. Time had frozen. Dark Wolf King froze in mid-flee, his expression stuck in terror and shock. Time had stopped in Logan's vicinity. Logan's hair rapidly turned ashen when Namtar Scimitar was pulled out, but he ignored it and reached Dark Wolf King. He stepped forward and sliced the man with his imaginary sword.

She said, and I scoffed. “So, what are my powers?” I asked, and she shrugged. We started walking in circles, holding our swords well. She launched forward with her sword, and I swerved as the two huge pieces of metal hit each other. “There's lightning.” She said again as sparks ran down my blade. Lightning through my blade sounds cool. Her sword pushed mine back, but I held firm. “What else?” I asked, shoving her away. She spun and slashed. I ducked, feeling the air slice past my head. “You can pause time… but only for five seconds.”

The rejection made the omega pout. "I'll show you something else, " Josh muttered before pulling out a box from the top shelf. "These are ninja throw blades and daggers, " He said excitedly, opening the box to reveal star-shaped blades and some black daggers. "They're beautiful," Evelyn breathed out, looking at the fancy looking blades and daggers. "Yes, they are. These are a new addition to the weapons. We're all still trying to master it," He said before he pointed to a door in the corner of the room. "That's our practice room. Do you wanna go in there?"

“Surely this kid can’t escape with three light blades on both sides.” The light blade swished through the air at an incredibly fast speed, as it aimed for Fane’s face. Although he retreated quickly, he was still too slow. Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the blades closing in on his arms, and even some of them were imagining what his arms would look like after, all mangled and bloody.

’ Once Izz managed to get some air between him and Jovanic, he changed his style. “[Deinonychus]” His three claws then merged into a singular long blade. It was too short to be a sword and its handle was very long. A nagamaki. He also sped up his movements and attacks in order to push Jovanic back. His spinning attacks and faster swings made it hard for Jovanic to block and block them. He could only dodge while taking back steps. Jovanic, who had been keeping a straight face, started to show some strain. Yet he couldn’t help but smile.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

The speed of his swing also caused the previously wedged log on his axe to slip and ricochet off the pillar it hit behind. Ok, that might not be the best attempt, but now, Zen confirmed that ‘Bladeless’ worked on anything. In fact, the combo points did not appear to have a limit for the time being because Zen simply wasn’t skilled enough to test its limitations. For now, he looked over to the pile of firewood that required chopping. The axe might be dull, but it certainly was better at cutting wood than the wooden sword. Zen might be able to return the wooden sword to Ben without destroying it this time. His only concern was how long it would take for him to finish chopping all five hundred

As for himself, Bladesmith also sat beneath the shade of a tree, as he was intent on waiting for his clone to return before heading back to the cottage. He didn't have to wait too long as roughly ten minutes later, Bladesmith noticed the presence of something heading in his general direction at a quick pace. After another thirty seconds or so, Bladesmith was greeted by the sight of his clone carrying Kirou's clone under its arm as it appeared at the entrance.

The blades exuded an icy coldness that would send a shiver down an ordinary person’s spine at one glance. The five blades were so sharp that any small movement across the skin would slice through it. Moreover, there were only blades and not handles. These very dangerous items appeared to be tamed in this man’s hand such that the blades did not cut his fingers at all. One could see just how skillful he was. When he finished his sentence, he sent the five blades on his fingers flying toward the clock face opposite him all of a sudden. There was no sound other than whooshing. The five blades actually stabbed the red dot in the center of the clock face in succession.