Level 5 Skimming Blade Novels & Stories

"Your mom made me take this. Said you'd need it." I accepted the blade, feeling its weight. It was heavier than I expected, and covered in symbols that seemed to shift and move in the corner of my vision. "What's it for?" "Killing demons," Skye said simply. "Or at least hurting them enough to make them rethink their choices." Despite everything, I almost smiled. Almost. We approached the gym entrance together, and with each step, I could feel the magic inside me responding. Growing stronger. More insistent. Like it recognized we were walking toward danger and wanted to protect me.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

They all sharpened their focus, studying what was happening. A cruel smile twisted Zeno's mouth. He reached straight into the void and pulled out a bone blade. Demonic aura poured off it like a flood, radiating overwhelming power. On the back of the bone blade, several white skulls were embedded. "The Sky Demon Blade!" Eason recognized it immediately. "No, wait. This is a knockoff of the Sky Demon Emperor's imperial weapon. It's still upper imperial-grade, though. We can't take it lightly." This was why the three demons could suddenly withstand the sword domain's attacks.

Just focus. She studied the rhythm of the blades, her eyes darting between the gaps. When the timing felt right, she darted forward, ducking under the first blade and leaping over the second. Her heart thundered as the third blade came dangerously close, snagging the edge of her sleeve. With a final burst of energy, she rolled under the last blade and emerged on the other side, her knees trembling.

I said looking off into the distance by the end, the horrific scene of these huge blades flying at me playing back like a movie reel. “I still don’t understand what happened, I was stood off to the side of the training grounds and was learning how to properly catch the blade when it’s flying at your face. It was all going great until multiple knives began to fly at me. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the claw spiked blades but what makes them so dangerous, is the razor-sharp claw like edge which when is sliced or thrown at a person, it seems to dig into the skin and when it spins to exit, rips layers of their flesh off. Now, I had been catching them with ease, but when they all were bei

By the time they finished, the long-haired zombie was already rushing in. Leonard and Derek stepped back a few paces. Slice! The speed-enhanced zombie ran straight through the wires. Its body was cut clean apart. Even the skull, the hardest part, was sliced open from above the brow, its own speed driving it straight into the trap. Leonard drew a saber from his back. With a quick, precise motion, he hooked it into the split skull and pulled out a crystal core the size of a child's fist. The level 5 speed-enhanced zombie was killed instantly.

*Levi* I am happy it was the heavy wooden cutting board I grabbed because when I turn, lifting it as a shield, the big knife hacks into it. "What the fuck!" The blade bites deep into the grain, leaving a gash that mirrors the sudden dread slicing through my veins. The guy is wearing a ski mask, making it impossible for me to see who he is… his eyes are dark pits, hungry and wild, lit only by the adrenaline-fueled madness coursing through his body. Not that it matters so much right now; clearly, he wants me dead.