Nanami Blade Novels & Stories

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

After confirming that Uncle Sam was unconscious, she then walked over to me and helped me up, "Come on Sha, we have to get out of here immediately!" She's trying to support my body which is too weak to stand up. "No!!!" I screamed as loud as I could when I saw Uncle Sam opened his eyes and was already standing behind Nami, preparing to stab Nami with a knife. I quickly pushed Nami's body, gasped when the knife stabbed into my stomach. I could hear Uncle Sam squeak and pull the knife, sending excruciating pain straight through me. But I can't let him go, I again step up to protect Nami from another knife stab.

she shouted through her lungs along with the sound of heavy footsteps and burning fleshes. Nanami step further as she dodge from one of the evil warriors’ flaming sword. She look around and wonder why their adversary seemed not to see her, she was ignored by everybody as she walk across them. Maru’s white warriors were fighting along with them and was mixed by Merfoy’s, making it hard to identify which one should be killed.

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

Sharmaine doesn't care about hurt, and she knows today that if she and Nanami Vincent don't deal with the past, they will fight forever. Nanami Vincent is powerful, but she is arrogant about her strength. If Sharmaine gets her chance, she will win. Sharmaine took the sword, and she slashed towards Nanami Vincent decisively.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

Alright, what a pain. “One second.” I opened my skill window and started scrolling. “Blade… blade… Oh, here it is.” [WIND BLADE]. Generic skill. I’ve seen this skill in a lot of animes and manga. But the upside is, I know exactly how this works. I clicked on the skill and motioned my hand at the chieftain. He was busy fighting with the human group that he didn’t notice us up here. “Wind blade.” Then I made a slashing motion, while imagining my blade to cut the chieftain’s head.

"Stronger than you look." I smirked. "You should know better than to judge by appearances." Before the cheers faded, another voice cut through. "Try me." Nami, long-legged and sharp-eyed, moved forward with twin daggers gleaming in her hands. She spun them easily, her stance low and confident. "One victory won't silence doubts," she said, a teasing edge in her voice. "Let's see if it was luck—or skill." The yard settled into silence, that same tension and anticipation thick in the air.

Galatrina answered with a smile. The wind blows as the two stands toe to toe with the odds are against themselves. Leomord picked Hiyojin's sword as a weapon. While Galatrina focused all her power as a last resort to defeat the beast in front of her. "Here I come! " Galatrina charged with his might and speed to attack Leomord. Leomord replied back by blocking Galatrina's attack. "Lets finish this. " Leomord smiled as the blood on his cheeks was exposed to Galatrina.