Ninjago Fang Blades Novels & Stories

"I thought you were going to tell me more about your little project! Come on, keep talking!" "I am going to peel the skin from your face for that." His voice dropped into a dangerous, vibrating register that made the air itself seem to tremble. He swiped his left hand through the air, and three sharp, purple psychic blades materialized, launching straight at my chest with deadly precision.

With the other, he drew a jagged combat knife from his boot. He drove the blade up, under the man’s jaw, into his brain. It was brutal. Nico ripped the knife out, hot blood splashing across his face and onto my gold dress. He shoved the dead body onto the floor to use as an extra sandbag. He turned to me, his eyes wild, checking my arm. "The mesh held?" he demanded. "Yes," I gasped, clutching my arm. It throbbed, a massive bruise forming instantly, but I wasn't bleeding.

She stood shakily, wiping her hands on her cloak as she scanned the area for anything else. Her gaze caught something lodged in the bark of a tree a few feet away. She initially believed it to be a broken branch. Then she stepped closer. And froze. It was a fang. Not a natural fang. Not torn from a wolf’s mouth. It was carved. Sharpened. A weapon piece used by warriors who crafted fang blades for close combat. Pack-made. Lyra reached out and pulled it free carefully. The fang's edges were black and dried with blood stains.

The blade whistles violently through the air, cutting right past the remaining Shadow Fang Warriors. The axe strikes Juan Blackfang's arm with devastating precision. A high-pitched, agonizing scream rips from his throat as his right arm is cleanly severed at the shoulder, hot crimson life fluid gushing everywhere. Several heavy droplets of the warm fluid splash directly onto Malia Argent’s pale, shivering face, leaving her trembling in absolute horror as she looks up from the stone floor.

Its glazed eyes revealed some panic as it tried to regain its footing. “Don’t you dare!” Village Head Fan screamed in fury. His dark hair had turned silvery white, and his entire body glowed with the same color. The blade in his hand shook mightily, as its humming intensified. The small blade was suddenly engulfed by a silvery white color that was so large that it seemed capable of slicing off the large head of the beast. He span rapidly as he approached the large head of the beast and sliced at it with all his might. Seeing Village Head Fan’s actions, Frowning Tiger and the others watched with bated breaths. When the man and sword were a few metres away from their target, Frowning Tiger scr

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

Whether this was a conscious decision on their part, neither would be able to answer. The jellyfish king focused its attention on Kirou while it randomly used its to keep the other two groups at bay. Kirou, for his part, put away his knives and had his hands occupied solely with the gunblade tonfa. After getting himself ready, Kirou once again made a mad dash towards the jellyfish king, which prompted it to focus eleven of its tentacles in his direction alone while leaving two each for the others.

“I promise you that she is safe, Jaja. I love her too.” Nodding his head, he draws his twin swords from his stealth with his top lip curling into a snarl. Lifting his hand, he runs the sharp edge of the blade across his palm. Blood seeps from his fresh wound, causing his eyes to turn black as his rage violently grips onto him.

Solana is surrounded, a necromancer who obviously isn't fascinated by her, a vampire a mortal enemy, and the foxes, the zealots, the vermins. "The fog began to thicken and Solana's vision is busted. A blade was thrown at her, her reflexes are good enough to avoid being slashed. The blade's temper line is sharp and it could cut a person's head by just simply swinging it, what more if it's being thrown by a big bad fox. The fact that the blade that Foire was holding is made out of silver. "Don't hide, you bastards," Solana said hat provoke, well, Foire. He has the least temper amongst all in the circle. He came at Solana with his blades on fire. Solana hates fire, she has always hated fire.

Their big narrow heads swung around, teeth jutting out of their sneering mouths, 3 inches long and clearly visible. Fuck, fuck, fuck He thought. he sheathed his blade and pulled out his katana, it came out with a Schwing! The two remaining pups got up. He readied himself, they snarled and one lashed out at him with their claws, he dodged and took a swing and took the beasts’ hand clean off. It shrieked, then he shoved his blade into its chest, the other one started moving towards him and he removed the blade from the first pup’s chest as it crumpled to the ground.