Naruto Executioner Blade Novels & Stories

Noah, like a little bunny, adorably nibbled on his Caesar salad, trying to come up with a truthful explanation for his actions that wouldn’t include him revealing that he knew the future. “No one can feel the state of someone’s mental power better than an SS-ranked Soother. I’ve already dealt with the Blazer before, and I chose not to knock him out because I felt that doing so would cause catastrophic consequences. This became even clearer to me when I felt the state of the Fluxer’s mental power. One wrong poke into that hornet’s nest would have caused it to completely collapse.”

He swiftly used a dagger to remove her tongue. Yuna coughed out blood as she felt the throbbing pain in her mouth. Her vision became blurry and her body lost all its strength. She gave up on trying to escape. She felt her heart crumble into nothing. Her fight was over and all she had to wait for was the complete nothingness that awaited her. Minho yelled once more, “COMMENCE THE EXECUTION!” She didn’t even bother to look at them any longer.

I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.

He couldn't. He drove his blade into a man’s stomach. The man's morning breath hit Noah’s face—rotten meat and garlic. Noah twisted the sword. The man shrieked, a high-pitched sound that ended in a wet cough. Noah pulled the blade out, snot running down his lip as he gasped for air. Ethan was a whirlwind. He wasn't just killing; he was executing. Every strike was precise. Every movement was lethal. He cleared the landing in seconds, leaving five bodies in various states of dismemberment.

Dre and Kyler looked livid while Xeon looked on, at the other two with an amused smirk plastered on his face. “You murdered them ?” I whispered in shock while I stood beside a huffing and puffing Dre. I did not even need to glance to my side to know that Dre had been the one to blast multiple Ninja Daggers (Kunai) at the corpse’s back in Xeon’s hand.

Everything was unraveling at terrifying speed. Then the southern king’s voice rose above the tumult in a frenzied scream: “DO IT NOW!” The executioner froze for one terrible second, his eyes wide with the weight of the command. Duty prevailed. The blade descended in a swift, merciless arc. Ryan witnessed it all from across the battlefield of surging bodies. Past the press of soldiers, through flickering magic barriers, and over what felt like an impossible distance, he saw the blade fall. In that instant, something vital inside him shattered and died.

Though it happens in nearly every fight and shifting into their natural form is a given, Nathaniel knew that Blade had wanted to teach him a lesson and prove that he was better. However, the dynamic of their original fight changed when Nathaniel felt Blade’s Cheetah, Luther push to take over and complete his shift. Nathaniel moved quickly allowing Hunter control, he stepped forward and grabbed Blade by the throat, tightening his fingers and digging his claws in preparation to end his life, a voice Nathaniel never expected to hear echoes from behind the thrones.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.