Lightning Blade Hand Sign Novels & Stories

“No, you’re mad!” “No, I have seen the right path.” “And what path, pray tell, is that?” “The path of light. So, shall you.” It was time to act; I couldn’t hold my anger any longer. My hand lifted, made a complex sign in the air. Everything was silent. Jablin stood like a statue, motionless. I slowly walked towards him. The only thing that could be heard were the heartbeats of the motionless crowd. A smile danced on my face. I couldn’t remove it neither did I try. My fingers lifted and Jablin went flying across the room, in the process hitting one of the oak chairs with his head. The room was silent. The sole of my boot stamped the over the pieces of the chair. Jablin was unconscious.

With a fierce roar, Othniel bit through his tongue and sprayed blood across his cavalry saber. Instantly, the blade turned blood-red, transforming into what looked like a demonic weapon. Knox shouted in alarm, "Watch out! That's the Highland Tribe's Blood-Forging Art. It amplifies combat power." Othniel's face twisted grotesquely. "Take this!" A crimson lightning bolt suddenly descended from the sky, striking his blade. Othniel's entire body shook as he rose into the air, looking like a God of Thunder, wielding red lightning.

Leo abruptly retreated as he raised his hand and formed a lightning shield to resist the huge sword power! Clang! The huge sword struck the blue-white lightning shield with a burst of silvery light!

I ask. “Yes, I vow to protect and defend both packs with my life. I will protect and defend them with everything I have and will not stop until my last breath.” She states. I turn her hand over. I take the ceremonial blade, make a small cut on her palm, and then quickly do the same to mine. I press our palms together as her eyes glow that mesmerizing reddish purple. I know the exact moment the pack links hit her because she lets out a hiss as a huge smile spreads across her face.

Blake smiled and comforted her for her first Tribulations. “Let the energy flow through you, and if it gets too big, I’ll help you handle it. This will not be too bad, though it can be painful but durable.” Blake said as the wind began to pick up and yellow lightning was seen in the upper sky, lighting up the clouds.

It's a lot different when you're in the shit. My blade started to glow blue. I was preparing for a [Raiden's Finger]. I lifted my sword into the air forming a large blue electric blade. I was going to cut down Syllia when a dwarf appeared in front of her. He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling.

She ran towards Pete and grabbed him before ascending above the clouds. High enough in the air, she threw him down with all strength she had as she wanted to ensure that he gets heavily wounded. He crashed on the floors again and struggled to get up. As he did struggle, the sigil Maria created recently began to form in the sky. From the sigil, lightning emitted and struck few meters before Maria. Where the lightning stuck, a colossal blade was formed. Maria with her flaming eyes watched closely before she drew her right hand back. She forcefully pushed her hand forward and the blade that was formed was fashioned towards Pete.

These four Lycans exceeded the usual strength of their kind, standing on par with renowned elites. In response, Logan countered their assaults with the brilliant purplish radiance of his blade. "Purple lightning blade!" The purplish blade radiance traced a graceful arc in Logan's hand, resembling a chef crafting a masterpiece. The purple lightning blade moved with the finesse of a needle, weaving through the fabric of space and time. With a single move, Logan blocked the claws of all four Lycans. The sharp blade radiance left deep marks on their supposedly indestructible claws. Undeterred, the four wolf king candidates pressed forward.

We both stood on the roof of the building glaring daggers at each other. Scott rushed at me with his sword pointed at me. I tapped the sword to my side and diverted the attack. Scott couldn’t stop his speed to retreat. I pierced my right claws into his belly. He held my right forearm with his left hand and did some hand signs with his right hand. I noticed that temporal paralysis hand sign. He aimed for my chest but I blocked with my left hand. He tapped my left hand three times and my left hand went numb. “Argh!!” I cried as I raised my head. Scott dabbed his sword into my shoulder.

Was this guy really going to cut open my hand? My silent question was answered instantly as he pulled the blade across Chase’s palm. He hissed a little, but quickly composed himself. The minister smiled at me while holding his hand out for mine. I turned and looked at my mom nervously, and she nodded back with a smile, letting me know it was okay. I turned back to the minister and held out my now shaking hand. He took it into his, and Chase held my other hand for support. I bit my lip and held in a yelp as the blade sliced through the flesh on my palm. I wanted to scream out in pain, but with all the wolves watching, I didn't want them thinking their future Luna was weak.