Naruto Executioner Blade Novels & Stories

Grinch sighed, sinking into one of the seats, Darting his eyes around, he needn't be told that Antonio just had a marathon, because the air was thick with strong scent of c*m. “All done. No suspicion.” Blade nodded once. “Put the executor on the discreet payroll. Quietly. I don’t want issues like last time.” Grinch smirked. “I already sent him the executional bonus” Antonio chuckled in response. “Let's see how far Breanna would go now? She's just digging her grave.”

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

He then walked over to the trees closer to the body. In between two large trees was a steel wire, as thin as a strand of hair. There were still droplets of blood hanging on it, dazzling in crimson red under the sun. It was the steel wire that the ninja planned to use to decapitate Kaze’s head. Now that his own head was cut off by his own steel wire, it had come full circle. “I forgot you were short. I thought of cutting your chest.” Kaze shrugged. He shook his hand and revealed the Nether Viper Sword in his hand. He swung it at the wire, cutting it in half easily.

Sasuke yelled Naruto's eyes shot out in two streams of brilliant light, and a huge longsword appeared in the palm of his hand. "Wind and Fire Strike, Spiral Shuriken," a sword that stabs the Ant King's weak spot. "Boom!" A mushroom cloud rises. "Not bad, even I can't help but praise you guys for actually hurting me" It could be seen that the Sky Ant King's abdomen was already bloody where it connected to his chest. 'It's over,' the exhausted crowd flashed a flash of despair

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

“Blade-“ “Stop trying to control me with your words, with your kisses, and caresses! In the end, you are just like your mother, Katniss! I am done with your manipulation! Say your prayers now. I will make sure to send you to hell tonight where you and your two-faced parents belong!” In a blink of an eye, Blade already had a dagger in his hand. He ran to me, ready to attack me. The hybrids showed up and blocked him. But with a snap, the hybrids flew in different directions.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

"If he turns it... the null-field will collapse the core entirely." The first vanguard executioner reached our level, his heavy, gold-embossed crimson armor scraping against the blue ice face as he rappelled down the thick hemp rope. His face was hidden behind a featureless, polished brass visor that reflected the cold, dead gray of the sky. In his right hand, he held a heavy, short-bladed executioner’s iron, its edge notched and dark with the stains of old palace purges. He didn't speak; he merely swung his boots outward, using the momentum to drive his heavy, spiked heels directly toward Killian’s pinned lower legs, intending to shatter the Alpha’s joints just as Vane had commanded.

Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England. Takashi didn't give her a second to recover. He lunged forward, his long naginata slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed directly at her unprotected throat. The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater.

The people I have helped in one way or the other to get out of trouble. Then there was my mate and Anna kissing each other's sweetly as the executioner raised the blade up and in slow motion began to bring it down aiming for my long white neck