Naruto Executioner Blade Novels & Stories

And highly illegal. The smudge elongated. Solidifying into a thin, wiry frame clad in matte-black fiber. The assassin didn't make a sound. He didn't even have a scent. He held a jagged sliver of obsidian—a Null-blade, designed to bypass Barzil-armor and sever the spinal cord of a sleeping target. He reached for the door handle. The fool. He was risking execution to kill a girl who wasn't even there. I moved. I didn't roar. I didn't announce my presence. I simply detached myself from the wall and became the crushing weight of the world.

He just kept watching me, his face calm, his eyes soft, and I realized that he had been watching me the whole time, waiting to see what I would do when she died. One of the men brought a knife and sawed through Clara's neck until the head came loose, and the crowd watched in silence as he lifted it by the hair and carried it to the platform where I was sitting. He laid it at my feet, the blood still dripping, the eyes still open, and he bowed his head. "A gift for you, my Luna," he said.

Some called it a crude method because there were quicker ways to end a person’s life, but there was nothing much quicker than a swift decapitation by a skilled man. “You’re taking your time, executioner,” I said with an eyeroll. He turned toward me and our eyes met through the holes that had been carved in his overhead bag. He nodded before pulling the blade and wetting the wet stone. He sharpened the blade and each high cry as the stone sent sparks from the blunt edge away, the woman harmonized with her wails.

“The sentence is death by the Moon Blade.” The executioner climbed the platform, his massive frame broad enough to block out the pale sun. In his gloved hands, he lifted a four foot greatsword forged from solid silver, its edge curved like a crescent moon. Two guards forced me down onto my knees. The cold stone hit into my knees but I didn't pull back. They shoved my head forward, resting my chest against the notch carved into the heavy wood. My wolf cried out one last time before sinking deep into the dark, smothered by the silver light of the blade hovering above my neck.

“Alone. Against all of us.” “Alone.” I confirmed. “You seven. The guards. The executioners.” I spun the scythe, the blade gleaming. “Still, I think I’m at an advantage.” “Kill him!” ordered the white-haired elder. The guards advanced. The first died before taking two steps. My scythe cut through the air in a violet arc, and he fell, his chest open. The second tried to flank me, but my tail intercepted him, the arrowhead point burying in his eye. The third raised a crossbow with silver darts, I dodged the first dart, the second, and on the third I threw my scythe, which spun in the air and buried itself in his chest.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

Silver blades caught the security lights, long, wicked, serrated edges gleaming like promises of death. One pointed straight at Dante. Time didn’t slow. It shattered. I saw the blade rising. Saw Dante still dazed, fingers slipping on the grip of his gun. Saw the certainty in the attacker’s stance: this was execution, not ambush. This was the end Dante had been running from since he was ten years old. My body moved before my mind could catch up. I ripped the seat belt free with numb fingers. Threw myself across the console. My shoulder slammed into Dante’s chest, shoving him back against the door with a grunt.

and the blade used wasn't ordinary" Michael spoke up "What do you mean not ordinary?" "What I mean is, the blade was made by Kono, so it isn't ordinary. It can destroy one's soul and the soul could be lost forever" Michael replied " I recognize the blade, it was used on seraphine too" Nirvana said. " If it can destroy one's soul and I'm Sera, then why am I still alive" " Because you had a strong will back then. The chances of survival is just 5%" Michael said and Nirvana's eyes dilated

Immediately, the knife slipped from left to right across Greg’s collar. Logan released the victim’s head, stepped back a few feet while Greg lingered on his knees. The executioner then discharged two rounds in the back of Greg’s skull. Logan repeated the same brutal tactics to Bob careful not to injure the lower parts of his body. Their dead carcasses distributed over the carpet. Large bloodstained disparate in areas.

Not about the murder, but about the vision I just had and whatever changes are wrecking through my body at this moment? “The signs are clear as day, the compromise runs deeper than we could have ever anticipated,” the council leader is saying. “What compromise is he talking about?” My head hurts from trying to process everything that has happened tonight. “I'm not…” “Proceed with the execution” he commands. My words quickly die on my lips. The executioner steps forward holding a silver blade in his right hand even as the circle beneath me begins to glow brighter, each of the markings igniting one after another, a dark ancient power rising in a torrent.