Level 5 Skimming Blade Novels & Stories

Searchlights sweeping a treeline I didn't recognize. [Location Tag: Apex Base, 62% Complete.] LUS supplied, unbothered, the way it supplied everything now, like I should already know the address to a place I'd never set foot in. [Equipment Detected: Abyssal Great Blade.] [Equipment Detected: Void Stitched Leather. Passive Bonus: +40 Agility.] The weight on my back wasn't the bread knife anymore. It was five feet of obsidian steel, drinking the sunlight instead of reflecting it. The leather moved with me like liquid, the buff settling into my bones like something I'd always owned and only just remembered.

Yoel's eyes blazed with intensity as he bellowed. Whoosh! In a flash, his wrist flicked in a blur, his blade's movements a whirlwind of shadows that coalesced into a spectral blade, its presence icy and lethal. The phantom blade whirled with an almost magical speed, cutting through the combined assault of the five attackers with ease. It tore through their defenses, leaving a deep, terrifying slash on each of them. The elder from the Calnan family hesitated for just a moment before he crumpled to the ground, his body gruesomely split in two, blood gushing out like a fountain.

My nipples rapidly tighten into hard tingling points, and I fervently wished he would reach out to play with one of them just to relieve the aching a bit. Jack scooted to the edge of the bench until I was positioned right between his legs. Then snapped his hard thighs closed so I was unable to move back or forwards as he finally revealed the thing in his hand. It was a large sliver flip blade pocketknife and with one smooth motion, he flipped it open. He kept his eyes glued on my face watching it closely for signs of pain. I sucked in a breath, as a sense of panic began to rise as I watch him check the sharpness of the blade before leaning forward and laying it flat on my thigh.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

Justice's metal net. "This is everything I could find that resembles what is it you asked for," SpeedBlade says, bending over to place his hands on his knees. I can hear him panting as he pushes himself up. "Use it well because I ran all over the city for it, and now I'm about to collapse." "Hey," I say, looking between the piles and SpeedBlade. "That was rude of you. What was that for?"

They unleashed Resonance Blasts (concentrated pulses of sound and Isotope energy) that slammed against the Sonic Shield, making the blue dome flicker ominously. "They’re trying to shatter the shield!" Kazimir roared, drawing his Underwater Combat Blade (a specialized, plasma-edged knife designed to cut through hardened materials). "We have to break through!" He moved like a steel torpedo, kicking off a splayed leg of one of the Sentries. His blade, crackling with focused energy, sliced through the creature’s chitinous armor, severing a limb. The Sentry shrieked, a high-frequency whine that vibrated through Elara’s suit.

There were three more rolls on the shelf, and he took them all out. The knife roll contained five knives with different sized blades, some had serrated edges and others had odd hooks in them. One had an exceptionally long blade and had specks of old blood on it. James picked it up and it felt comfortable in his hand. He put it back immediately, it felt too comfortable.

“That's how the fucker keeps finding us, Sky. I bet my fucking life he put a tracker in there,” Skylar parted her lips to speak, but then, she hesitated. “You may be right. Tymon's capable of anything. If there's really something in there, you need to help me get it out,” I grabbed her, and she followed me to the bathroom, where I took out the blade, antiseptic, and a pile of tissues. I lifted her to the wash basin, dousing the blade in antiseptic, then pressed the sharpness against her scar.

The Anatomy of the Thermal-Resonance Blade I began the process with the precision of a surgeon. I laid my obsidian blade—the one that had tasted the blood of the Shadow Alpha—onto the stone table. Using a laser-scalpel from my kit, I carved a hollow channel down the center of the blade, exactly where the 'blood groove' would be. "Leo, Ace... I need you," I called out. The boys stepped forward. They had been training with the Cinder-children, learning how to pull heat from the air without burning their lungs. Ace’s hands were already glowing a deep, volcanic red, while Leo stood as the anchor, his golden aura acting as a containment field.

The heavy scrap-blade in her right hand remained rock-steady, the edge positioned exactly two inches beneath Vance’s left jawline, right where the synthetic green-lit data-ports were still sparking violently from the kinetic shockwave of my Void-marrow spike. Vance didn't move a muscle. His chest heaved slowly beneath his frozen black zinc-weave duster, his cold eyes darting from the three-foot shard of obsidian marrow cutting through the dirt between his boots to the massive, slavering snout of the three-ton Alpha wolf hovering right above his shoulder.