Ninjago Jade Blade Novels & Stories

“Jade!” “I’ll save her!” Zendaya, who was standing behind Alex at the time, rushed over with her vines, grabbing onto both Jade and the tentacles. She was also able to grow sharp thorns on her vines, slicing tentacles off with all her might. Seeing that the tentacles were being cut off one by one, Jade felt like she could break free soon. Unexpectedly, just as she was going to smash the last tentacle, she was suddenly attacked from behind… A transparent spear impaled from the back through her chest.

I can tell she wants out. "This is more important!" Jai-Blynn speaks up, rolling right over her. "She must lead us to the Isle, then we will have no use for her and the idiot waterlink can protect-" Shards of ice shaped like daggers come for him. Jai-Blynn sees them and tries dodging the danger, but the last shard hits him in his lower abdomen and he crumbles. There's blood because they are actual weapons, even though they melt away after reaching the ground. I have seen this moment happen before. On the ship sailing out of Carodia, I witnessed great power.

Even still, the pain was fading, replaced by a deep ache she knew wouldn’t leave anytime soon, but she had faced worse. Jamie handed her the blade, before leaving to return to Lewis’ side. The Beta was stressed, Luna Eleanor’s quiet knocks replaced by the harsh raps of warriors, who only seemed to be holding back in their leader’s presence. Inga fingered the blade, its edge sharp, its metal singeing her fingertips, but it was the fine residue on it that made her pause. She rolled it between thumb and forefinger, watching the way her skin continued to sizzle long after it had left the blade. The knife was coated in the power, sending small particles of silver directly into her bloodstream the

Slicer stab Zitrey. But before the tip of the blade went to her skin, a saber blocked between them. A risky thing to be thrown. Fortunately, Nikka has sharp eyes, with a short period of time she managed to calculate the angle and the exact amount of force to be thrown to block the dagger coming to Zitrey.

she agreed and I nodded. "Don't kill him but make him suffer." I ordered. "We will. Don't worry." Blade promised. Joker guided me away and we sat on the floor as Jaden and Blade worked. It was easy to see that they were brothers, they worked much like the Twins did. They didn't need to communicate verbally and just knew what the other one was doing all the time. Wires was bloody, bruised and beaten at the end of hour. He lost an eye, ear and two fingers in honor of Nat and Margo. When Jaden nodded to me that they were done, I stood up and approached Wires.

’ 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 familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

We weren't survivors begging for a place at the table; we were the table. "And the Architect?" a man in a white suit asked, his eyes darting to Jinyan. "Does he still hold the leash? Or have the roles reversed?" Jinyan leaned forward, the light from the city hitting the silver scars on his jaw. He didn't look at the man; he looked at the back of my head, his gaze filled with a dark, obsessive pride that was almost suffocating. "I am the Blade," Jinyan said, and the room seemed to grow ten degrees colder. "A blade doesn't have a leash. It has a purpose. And my purpose is to ensure that anyone who looks at her with anything less than total subservience... ceases to exist."

They were no longer tools of her defense; they had become weapons in his hands. Nyx threw the gun away, satisfied with the blade in his possession. It was his favorite instrument of control. Lifting the blade to her face, he traced it along her cheek and neck, pressing harder on the side of her neck, drawing blood. Jade was at a loss, unsure of how to react or fight back.