Ninjago Fang Blades Novels & Stories

Anger surged through me as I screamed out my frustration. "There's so much more I desire from you, and that includes your life!" Jasmine's declaration sent a shiver down my spine. She was serious about ending my existence. I refused to meet my demise at her hands. Scanning my surroundings, I desperately sought anything that could serve as a means of defense, knowing I couldn't rely on magic like Jasmine could. Then, my gaze fell upon a pair of silver scissors resting on my desk. Without hesitation, I snatched them up, pointing the sharp blades towards her. These silver scissors were my weapon of choice, capable of countering Jasmine's attack.

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.

another one of the men growled, his voice thick with anger. “She must be a spy.” a third man agreed, his eyes shooting wrath from their depths. “Then we must get rid of her at once.” the second man proclaimed, and I watched, with wide eyes, as he pulled a dagger from his belt, the blade gleaming menacingly in the flickering light. “No, I—” I started to say, but my protest was cut off.

Gabby: "You kiddo need to really learn about our world." Sam:" Casie we cannot make perfume every now and then. What is he A perfume factory? Also, all components should go in a defined quantity." Gabby:" You blondie...you really need to teach her a lot about Angelina." he winked Amy:" Gabby can we have the angel blade." Gabby: " Yes ." He went in and came up with a sharp-pointed knife made of metal but have a mirror look on it. Amy took it from gabby and we all thanked him. We came back to Angelina

The Phantom Blade was too light for something designed to end a life. It sat in Damian’s palm, a sliver of polished titanium that seemed to pull the nursery’s amber light into its edge. Damian didn’t look like a man whose estate was currently being dismantled by orbital strikes. He looked like a man who had finally solved a tedious riddle. He rotated the needle between his thumb and forefinger, his movements slow, deliberate, and terrifyingly steady. "The lion’s head engraving," he murmured.

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.

“At least.” “Good,” I say. “I’ve got four seconds of patience left.” They come at us like hounds. Blades gleaming. We meet them. I duck low, drive my blade into one man’s thigh. Fang kicks another into a wall. We move like fire, back-to-back, fast and brutal. A baton cracks against my shoulder. Pain shoots down my spine. I spin and headbutt the bastard so hard he drops. Another lunges—Fang tackles him mid-air.

Creed squinted. He saw a man running at full speed. His expressions were that of desperation. Surprisingly, Creed knew this man. He was Fang Jin, the same guy who he met during the Alumni Meet. He recognised Fang Jin not by his face but by his dark shiny damascus blade with contrasting blue swirly patterns, hanging proudly at his torso. The blade's beauty had impressed Creed very much the last time. He smiled as he recollected his thoughts. That smile soon turned upside down when he tried to understand the reason behind his desperation.

’ Once Izz managed to get some air between him and Jovanic, he changed his style. “[Deinonychus]” His three claws then merged into a singular long blade. It was too short to be a sword and its handle was very long. A nagamaki. He also sped up his movements and attacks in order to push Jovanic back. His spinning attacks and faster swings made it hard for Jovanic to block and block them. He could only dodge while taking back steps. Jovanic, who had been keeping a straight face, started to show some strain. Yet he couldn’t help but smile.

“Surely this kid can’t escape with three light blades on both sides.” The light blade swished through the air at an incredibly fast speed, as it aimed for Fane’s face. Although he retreated quickly, he was still too slow. Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the blades closing in on his arms, and even some of them were imagining what his arms would look like after, all mangled and bloody.