Lightning Blade Hand Signs Novels & Stories

I have to assume that this is Buppig and his new mate. I lift Lightning Wielder into the sky, the light of day growing dark as I call to the storms, drawing the lightning into my sword. When I feel the electricity racing down my arm, I slam the sword into the ground, sending waves of energy and electricity into the earth, and rolling toward Lorelai’s army.

Joe, with unwavering focus, repeats the words, his conviction evident. The Priestess signals to Bryan to cut Joe's palm when Joe finishes signing the words. Bryan waits for Joe to offer his hand, observing his resolute gaze. Seeing Joe's steady hand in his, Bryan proceeds to cut Joe's palm using the dagger with precision, symbolizing their trust and vulnerability. With Joe's palm now marked, Bryan hands him the dagger. Joe accepts it with his right hand, understanding the gravity of the moment. It is a testament to their bond and their shared commitment.

In truth, her hidden aura was already surging violently, approaching its peak. A dazzling blade aura rose from behind Sheena. Then, with a single slash, it cut through the empty space before her. The two incoming arcs of lightning were instantly severed. The Lloyd family department head who wielded the blade grunted, his body convulsing with electrical sparks as he was flung backward. Immediately after, Trevor's second, third, and fourth attacks followed one after another. The Lloyd family department heads moved one after another. Each slashed down fiercely, shattering the lightning arcs.

His smile was breathtaking. Slowly, carefully, Atlas lifted one hand. Dark claws emerged from his fingertips. Not threatening. Not frightening. Simply part of who he was. With a quick motion, he sliced across his palm. A thin line of crimson appeared. Then he offered me his hand. I looked at it. Then at him. Without hesitation, I took one of the small blades I kept hidden and repeated the gesture across my own palm. A matching line of red appeared. Atlas watched me carefully. Like he was committing the moment to memory.

“Yes. Do it anyway.” He reached into his coat and produced a small, ceremonial blade. The handle was simple silver; the edge gleamed. “We don’t need a priest,” he said. “Or a pack elder. This is between us. And—” he nodded toward the statue “—whatever is listening, if anything.” He turned the blade and drew it lightly across his palm. Just enough to bead a line of red. He offered it to Rian, who took it with slightly shaking fingers and did the same.

"Your time to shine." Chicago created an energy blade in his right hand, made of his yellow colored spiritual prowess. He opened his eyes while stepping forward to face the demons, Chicago said. "Strike me."

The Evil Eliminate Eye between his eyebrows flickered, and streaks of lightning swirled rapidly. "Thunder Blade!" The void was torn apart. A huge thunder blade, with terrifying electric arcs and lightning radiance, quickly rushed toward Mu Chenglin. "Hmph..." Looking at the terrifying lightning, Mu Chenglin immediately snorted. He stood there, neither dodging nor dodging. His five fingers quickly made a cyan handprint and chopped toward the lightning. "Boom..." Following the terrifying collision between the two... Two traces of collision quickly appeared in the space, and with this trace as the center, they quickly and crazily expanded to both sides.

I don't want to cry anymore. "Let's seal the deal in front of them then." He said and took his knife and cut his palm with it making it bleed. I gulped when he positioned it in front of me. He handed me the knife he used but I refused to used it instead I remembered the knife I hid in my back. I'm scared but still took the knife that is hiding at my back. I hesitated but still choose to closed my eyes and cut my palm too and shook his hand. A blood compact. After we shook hands, we both licked our palms to complete the contract.

“Lysandra keeps her word. Now go, before anyone notices.” Freya’s guard was slowly lowering, her tension easing, when suddenly, the guard’s dagger gleamed in the moonlight as it was unsheathed. Freya’s eyes widened in shock and instinct kicked in, her body moving with uncanny speed as she narrowly avoided the lethal strike. With a swift motion, Freya’s hand traced a sigil in the air, her voice invoking ancient words of power. “Egek lángja!” A bolt of lightning erupted from her fingertips, crackling through the air and striking the guard. The guard’s scream was a mixture of agony and terror as the lightning coursed through him, leaving his body smoking and charred.

The Gamma explained with respect before he motioned with his hand to the man in front of me. The man who was waiting for his signal raised his hands, and I knew he would touch my body to see if I had anything under my clothes, as he explained earlier. But before he could even inch his hands closer to me, Blade roared again. “Again! If you fucking put your hand anywhere in her body, I will fucking snap your neck! Now move back and stay there!” He growled at him. His eyes dilated to obsidian black — the first time I had witnessed that — and it made me hold my breath, but I remained with a poker face.