Ninjago Fang Blades Novels & Stories

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

We took our cues from her. Her response was to show us all what the dangerous implement did. She jammed it into his bicep and pressed the release. Three blades slid outwards in different directions. Holy fucking shit. Good Goddess Almighty Above… The blades slid smoothly, cutting three inches each way. It would appear that his balls abandoned him and went back up inside of his body. The result was his high-pitched wailing. Aunt Ziyah snapped her fingers, and the sound was cut off. She really was the best. I grabbed a blondie and gave it to her as a token of appreciation.

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.

"I am. Because you made me one, remember?" She looked defeated. Broken. The fire that had burned in the hospital wing had gone out, leaving her small and fragile and trapped. Good. That's what I wanted. So why do I hate it? I pulled the ceremonial dagger from my belt, the one used for pack oaths, and sliced my palm without flinching. Blood welled, dark and rich, and her eyes fixed on it with that strange hunger I had seen in vampires before. But different. She looked hungry and horrified at the same time, like she was fighting herself.

Jones suggested while stuttering and unable to look straight in her eyes. Blades' eyes bulge out of their sockets. "What? "Are you insane?" "N-no, but w-we don't have any choices now." Blade rushed to Jones and held him in the collar. The other member tried to stop her. "The fuck are you spouting? Do you want me to rip off that mouth of yours? "

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

Her obsidian-rimmed eyes were fixed on Takashi Masamune, who stood perfectly still before the entrance to the inner sanctum, his long naginata held loosely in his right hand, his crimson eyes watching her movements with the clinical focus of an executioner. She didn't run; she shifted. The silver runic lines on her knuckles flared with a blinding, white radiation as she ceased to exist at the edge of the forest and appeared ten feet from the First Regent, her two silver blades already coming downward in a dual, vertical cross-strike that carried the integrated frequency of the three European Hearts. Takashi didn't try to parry the strike with his steel blade. He reached into his indigo sash

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.

Even Rendok, who had commanded the attack, stood frozen, his conviction destroyed, his mind grappling with the reality of their defeat. Blaze lowered his hands, his expression cold and unyielding. He was a force of nature, capable of decimating even the mightiest of foes without breaking a sweat. As Blaze stood amidst the carnage, suddenly Rendok pulled out a silver knife, lunging at Blaze from behind. Blaze, sensing the attack at the last moment, spun around, but not quickly enough. The knife stabbed through his palm, the blade emerging on the other side. Blood spurted from the wound. Gasps echoed through the crowd, faces paling at the sight of Blaze's blood.

Koji swiftly shoots fireballs and Alfi uses four of his Jepitrons to shoot Iru laser at Rian. “Don’t ever think that it will be enough to stop me!” Rian maneuvers swiftly dodging those projectiles which come to him. Rian is getting closer to both of them. “NOW!” Both of them exclaimed. Koji lunches his fire fist and Alfi rises his blazing Tipit. Seeing that, Rian teleports to their back. If he was just too late to realize it, he would be done for sure. Koji and Alfi turn around swiftly and attack him altogether while Rian is busy block every blow with his arms that have been turned into thunder blades. Their blades are clashing at high speed. A blazing fire sword, 2 solid bamboo swords, and