Ninjago Fang Blades Novels & Stories

Eliminate the threat. Rather than aim for his heart, like he expects me to foolishly try, I slam my blade down, sinking it into his thigh. He jerks, surprise and pain flashing in the depth of his blue, insane eyes, and an angry cry erupts from my throat as I twist it, shredding his skin as I attempt to pull it free. If I lunged now, the momentum would be strong enough to get the blade through his heart. I suddenly miss having Nyx around. Consuming all that bane has made me as strong as a three-year old. I could use her strength right now—

I needed to know if my pain would echo in him too. As painful as this would be, I just had to try. If truly he was ‘letting me sip from his strength’ then I should be able to heal, or I hope so. I pulled the Venari Fang from my back pocket carefully so as not to alert Vanya next to me or be seen by the surveillance camera. I forced a dry swallow clenching my jaw as I slowly plunged the dagger into my palm, all the while my gaze never left him. The moment the blade cut through my skin, a sting lit my nerves like fire, pain crawling up my spine, but I didn’t look away. The pain was excruciating as my palm trembled, but it was worth it.

Every rogue that lunged for my throat met the same fate—ribs caved in, spines snapped, hearts torn out before they hit the ground. Blood coated my muzzle, matted my chest, dripped from my whiskers in thick ropes. I tasted it with every breath. My entire body shook as I tried to fight the bloodlust, but it only intensified like real hunger underneath my skin. Anakin fought at my left. His white fur, glowing in the dark a few hours ago, was now crimson from ears to tail. We carved a path through the rogue tide together, shoulder to shoulder, the way we had since we were boys sneaking out to hunt rabbits. Only now the rabbits had teeth and a death wish.

Adonis’s POV Swish! The sound of a blade as it sliced the air, reverberated. I dodged but not quick enough as the tip of the blade nicked my ear. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and sweat as I rolled my shoulders, loosening the tension in my muscles. Fang stood across from me, sword in hand, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Fang was one of the few men that could withstand sword training with me - a fact that he threw in my face every chance he got. That was why he was my favourite training partner.

My stomach knotted. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely steady. Andre’s grin widened. “You’ll see.” He clapped his hands, and two warriors dragged out a crate from the armory. The sound of metal rattled inside. My chest tightened when I saw what they pulled free. Blades. Not training staff. Not wooden poles. Blades sharp enough to kill. Andre picked one up, running a finger along its edge before tossing it at my feet. The clang rang through the silence.

“We’ll end the war.” She smiled through tears. “Peace between clans. Family.” Then the night exploded. Silverfang warriors stormed the camp. Arrows. Claws. Screams. She shielded Garrick—took a blade to the chest. She fell, bleeding. “Save… the baby…” Garrick howled in grief, cutting her open with shaking hands. The child was stillborn. His mother collapsed beside the tiny body, screaming. “Curse them. Blood will pay blood.” --- The vision ended.

They moved with a fluidity that I couldn't match in my weakened state. But they forgot one thing about Lagos. We don't fight fair. And we never fight alone. The ceiling of the "Void-Gutter" didn't just break; it was shredded. "DID YOU FORGET THE SCRAPPERS, YOU PLASTIC WITCH?!" The roar belonged to Jago. He descended from the service shafts on a motorized winch, his massive frame clad in "Lead-Plated" riot gear. He didn't have a Void-blade. He had a six-foot industrial "Frequency-Cutter," a tool used for dismantling dead starships.

Could the Lambert Corporation be in trouble, and they were about to enter bankruptcy, so Young Master Lambert came to die? Finally, Jeremiah responded. He glared at Antigonus and smiled evilly. "Kid, you think too highly of yourself. Let me see how strong you are." Suddenly, he shouted out loud. With his right hand, he drew out a long saber. It was white in color, just like snow. It turned into a moving light as Jeremiah violently slashed toward Antigonus. Many of the audience screamed out of fear. "I… I think that's the long-lost Snow Shadow Crazy Blade."

he says and you can see on his face the anger, hatred, jealousy, and envy. "Don't underestimate me!" I shouted I raised my right hand And suddenly sharp daggers made of ice floated to my right and I raised my left hand and a kunai made of ice floated on my left side. It’s not just one kunai and daggers that float in the hundreds they number today. I immediately waved my hand in Zack's direction. And my daggers and kunai quickly went in Zack's direction. He dodged the daggers and kunai. But I smirked when he was hit. And because of that he suddenly released Sophie.

Tigrani lifted her captives again, but Kenru intervened before they could be thrown to the ground once more. Kenru's movements resembled those of a fierce and swift gust of wind. I, too, was astounded by the brilliant gleam emanating from his sharp katana. Within moments, the katana emerged from its sheath, the blade magnified to an extraordinary size. Kenru wielded the blade in both hands, sweeping it through the air to sever Tigrani's formidable locks. The clash of Kenru's blade against Tigrani's hair produced an explosive burst of energy, resulting in severed strands and splintered trees. Kenru's swift and decisive action impressed me, capturing my attention before he turned his focus to