Ninjago Fang Blades Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

“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.

The real Crinka, however, stood behind me, pressing a steel blade to my throat. I wouldn’t have stepped back, if the blade hadn’t been made with obsidian ore. I dropped the dagger and Mujin, now in his form, picked it up, hiding it from view. He was mocking me with his eyes, and I made a mental note to punch this motherfucker in the face before I leave this world. “Hands behind your back now!”, she commanded, pressing the blade closer. I hissed, obeying her every command. “Mujin, hold him down for me, please.”

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

“The only way to send them where they belong is with Ajax’s blade. The blade will retain their essence and they will only be released where they can do no more harm. Using the blade on everyone individually would have taken too long and allowed too much room for something to go wrong. This way is more...efficient.” “And how do we get them into the blade?” I ask, knowing the answer, but not really wanting to be right. Aggie’s eyes flick to mine for a second and the ‘how the fuck do you think you use a blade’ look on her face confirms my thought, then she looks back at Abernathy and the horn handled blade resting near his hip. “NO! Absolutely not. Are you fucking crazy woman?” Abe roars and tr

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—

That was when I saw it — the knife he’d dropped in his panic. It was a silver blade. The blade glow faintly, a silver glow that made my stomach twist. I bent closer and picked it up carefully to avoid a cut. That energy… It felt like mine. Familiar. But it wasn’t. It was the same kind of power — Silver Fang power but from a different source. Another one. Another Silver Fang. Then I realized something that almost made me stagger. I fell to the ground, staring at the knife, my mind racing with thought.