Naruto Executioner Blade Novels & Stories

A blade touched my temple. “Guwen,” I said without moving. “If you’re going to kill me, do it cleanly.” The edge slid down, slow and cold, until it rested at my mouth. Then the man laughed. “Mira. A few months away and you’re still this sharp.” He stepped back at last and dropped into the chair opposite me, looking me over with open interest. His gaze moved from my throat to my waist, then lower, lingering on the scars.

"You don't get away clean." He was sobbing now, the blood on his face combining with his tears. I tossed the pliers away and reached for the hooked blade. I leaned in and pressed the edge of the blade just beneath his eye. "And these... " My voice was icy. “…these are for looking at her.” As I carved, his high-pitched scream reverberated off the concrete walls. It was not enough to kill him, but it was enough to render him bleeding and partially blind, ensuring that he would never see her again.

His eyes had been on me as he died, leaving me with one word as I felt our mindlink go cold. Avenge my death, and prove my innocence. And now, I was dying without doing that. The same death that had met my father. Through the red haze in my eyes, I saw the executioner step forward. The blade caught the light — broad, heavy, forged for a single purpose. As the executioner raised the blade, the crowd went silent, and then, every guard on every guard on the platform collapsed, falling to the ground. Simultaneously, their bodies began to convulse. They clawed at their throats, eyes rolling back. The executioner staggered, the blade slipping from his fingers, and crumpled beside the stocks with a

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Not one of Raven's rogues, this one wore the distinctive black and gold collar that marked Council Executioners. Nyra surged forward, but I was exhausted, drained from the fight with Raven. The Executioner hit me like a battering ram, driving me backward toward the cliff edge. "NO!" Ronan's roar shook the clearing as he shifted mid-leap. But he was too far away. Too slow. The Executioner's jaws snapped toward my throat. I twisted desperately, felt fangs graze my shoulder instead. Pain exploded through me as we tumbled over the crumbling cliff edge together.

“Keep lying to yourself.” I hum, reaching into my coat pocket. My fingers close around the blade I always carry. “And that's the reason you kidnapped him from his home?” I pull the blade out, staring at the sharp edges. “I'm giving you one last chance before I pull your goddamned insides out.” His breath catches. The color drains from his face when I swipe the blade in the air. It's not the kind of blade that cuts, it peels. It's thin, sharp, surgical. Thinking about the amazing things I'll do with this blade makes my lips curl into a small smile.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

I was running after this rouge, and I wasn't going to let this one live. I pulled out my silver katana sword and took the opportunity to cut both of his legs off. He howls in pain as a pool of blood starts. He stumbles and falls back into the tree as his energy diminishes. I smirked as I kneeled beside him. He looks at me with fear evident in his eyes. "That's what you get to try escaping me." I hissed at him as his eyes started to drift close. He began to shift, showing a lifeless naked body. I smirked as I pulled out my silver throwing knife and slowly dragging into his chest and did my symbol.

Many people who had their heads lowered looked up inexplicably, and when they looked over to the execution ground again, they were all stunned. Someone's head flew up. However, the one who died was not the executed person but the executioner. A bright sword light shot from the distance, like divine punishment thunder, cutting off the executioner's blade and his head. On the viewing platform, Lei Tao's face was full of shock. "Who is it? Come out here!" Lei Tao shouted angrily. His figure flashed as he came to the void. He looked around, and his whole body was filled with killing intent. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

At that moment, her head was lowered, her hair disheveled, and she looked lifeless. The iron stake was rusty and stained with blood that time could not erase. It was used to execute the most heinous criminals of Yenico. Now, it was being used to execute Luna. An executioner stood beside her. The large sword in his hand was exceptionally sharp, glinting coldly. There was no doubt that a single swing was enough to split the iron stake. Silence. The scene was silent as death. A sense of solemnity pervaded the air. Whoosh...