Level 5 Skimming Blade Novels & Stories

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

The small altercation with Killian had eaten too much into the amount of free time that she was allowed, and she was late when she careened into the hot, bustling kitchen. Her mother was at one of the dozens of workstations littered around the kitchen proper, slicing root vegetables with a practiced hand. Combat class had never included the edged weapons training that Cassidy had longed for. Instead, her mother had trained her to wield a knife with deadly precision, an art form she had acquired through years chopping vegetables in this very kitchen.

His chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his face slack and peaceful in a way that seemed almost innocent. Evan crept forward, his movements slow and deliberate. The tool Kade had given him was pressed against his palm, small and cold and reassuring. A thin blade designed specifically for slicing through chains and cords without making a sound. Evan had practiced with it for hours in the penthouse, learning the precise angle and pressure needed to cut through metal cleanly. He had run through the motion a hundred times, memorizing the feel of the blade in his hand.

As Lou spoke he waved one of the small blades in the air makins slashing and jabbing motions while he continued his impromptu lesson. “I think for the second round you should use these, you are comfortable with a blade and if I do say so, quite proficient at separating flesh from bone.” Lou extended his hand and Mj took the small dagger, that just so happened to look not so small in her hand. She spun it around in her hand twirling it and touching the edges almost as if she were hypnotized, she nodded slowly and Dante put his hand over hers as she ran her finger over the blade, causing Mj to look up into his eyes again setting her core instantly on fire

] [Skill Generated: Dismantle] Skill: Dismantle Skill Level: 1/10 Rank: C(S) Cost: Skill Creator/Generator: System/Kirou Description: This skill allows the user to break down a piece of equipment back to its base materials, pre forging. Following this method, the materials recovered will be less than the materials used to create the equipment in the first place. Success results in the user obtaining materials while failure results in the user obtaining slag. It is advised that the user not try to dismantle equipment above the threshold of the skill as that will fail (Sk. Lvl1- Equip 1-10, Sk Lvl 2- Equip 11-20, etc). Skill can be used via automatic or manual mode. The user is advised to use

Lena didn’t waste a heartbeat. Her mind calculated instantly: 【Targets: 5 juveniles】 【Fatal issue: blowholes obstructed — 120 seconds until hypoxia】 【Tool: one specialty steel dive knife, used for 3 years】 She drew the knife. This wasn’t normal netting. Steel wire. Barnacles. Hard as iron. One hand braced the slick whale. The other sliced—fast, precise, avoiding skin by millimeters. One freed. Two. Three. Then, while cutting the fourth—

The pressure of their gazes was familiar and pulled at her instincts to stand tall in front of them. When Maddie turned to face her opponent, her breath hitched. That steel rod of confidence she was forced to maintain in front of her pack, weakened slightly as she gulped. Jason wasn’t a small man, his body as carved as the other warriors even if his strength didn’t stand up to the Silver Moon training. However, he became more daunting with the vicious weapon in his hand. It was scythe like and gleamed as it caught the afternoon sun, flashing its sharp edge like a beacon to ward off any idiots who dared to approach him. It was a scian mhór, like Jess had told her. Its curved blade was good fo

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

“Keep lying to yourself.” I hum, reaching into my coat pocket. My fingers close around the blade I always carry. “And that's the reason you kidnapped him from his home?” I pull the blade out, staring at the sharp edges. “I'm giving you one last chance before I pull your goddamned insides out.” His breath catches. The color drains from his face when I swipe the blade in the air. It's not the kind of blade that cuts, it peels. It's thin, sharp, surgical. Thinking about the amazing things I'll do with this blade makes my lips curl into a small smile.

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.