Maze Runner Beetle Blade Novels & Stories

He took the opportunity created by Cherry to finish finish off those energy beasts with quick movements He cut and slash with his Ice spears, dodging last resort attacks by the energy beasts. Shifting left and right then charging forth with his spear, piercing a Ground Spider through its mouth. He weaved and flowed as he fell spider after spider, keeping his guard up the entire time watching out for sneak attacks. Arms broke through the ground and grabbed onto his foot so fast he could barely notice.

“It has to be silver!” “Noted,” Zero bit out, firing again. This time, the creature flinched, a sizzling sound erupting from the wound. “Seems they don’t like it up close either!” He was already moving, a blur of motion as he drew a blade from his vest—a blade I now saw was etched with faint, glowing runes. The world erupted into chaos.

The male doesn't even realize he's doing it, getting comfortable with us. Ransom finishes tightening the final bracket and steps back from the workbench. “There.” He wipes soot from his hands and motions me forward. “Come on. Let's see if these fit.” I move toward him looking at his work up close. The claw blades are impressive. Curved steel extensions designed to fit over a shifter's natural claws. I didn't know what to expect but it wasn't this. The style will fit seamlessly into our style and fighting techniques making it each to incorporate our new advantage into what we already know.

Against creatures with ropey muscle and exposed tendons, the left blade narrowed into a cleaner, thinner line made for precise cuts at the joints. She moved through the battlefield as though the wind had claimed kinship with her. A tentacled beast struck from her blind side; she bent with the current and let the appendage sweep past her cheek, then severed it in two bright strokes before the creature could recoil. A hulking thing with a skull shaped like a war hammer charged through the gore toward her. Araheen leaped, landed lightly atop its crown, drove one blade down through the ridge between its eyes, then dragged the other along the length of its back until the body split wetly apart.

“Not barefoot fanatics. Armed. Trained.” Rhea scanned the tree line. “Too late to catch them,” she said. “But we can see what they left behind.” They tracked the prints a short distance into the undergrowth until they vanished on a patch of rock. Near the edge of that rock, half‑hidden in moss, something caught Rin’s eye. Metal. A faint glint. She bent, pushed the moss aside, and lifted it free. It was a knife. Short‑bladed, well‑balanced, the hilt wrapped in dark leather. Not rusted. Not old. Recently dropped.

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

Moss doubled over in pain, his groans echoing across the meeting grounds. Deere's advantage was clear: speed. He launched himself at Moss with relentless swiftness, his claws finding purchase on Moss's exposed skin, leaving welts in their wake. Moss, though powerful, struggled to match Deere's agility. Each blow Deere delivered was quick and precise, evident in his skill.

and I am bitten again, these dogs just can't run slower apparently. I push myself for another mile, but the night's events are catching up to me, the dark starts blurring my vision and the world begins to fade. I shake my head, not wanting to pass out in the middle of nowhere, but my body finally gives up. Just before I black out, I feel myself shifting back to a human form and then everything goes dark. *****

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Screamed our defiant Centurion as we marched through the throng of our retreating fear stricken comrades, many covered in a terrifyingly large splatters of blood. As we neared our enemy, it became clear that we were not facing one of the usual sorts as the ring of its engine and whirl of its blade confirmed it so. It stood at the height of Three Men, suspended on six large steel limbs that had blades at its feet. It had arms that wielded two terrifyingly large spinning blades all twirling so fast that it seemed to be releasing a torrent of blinding reflecting lights It was a Faith Breaker.