Oar Blades Novels & Stories

No Alpha could bestow this. No mate could earn it. It came only from the flame, and from the legacy that refused to be silenced. Mama Oya stepped forward and drew something from beneath her cloak. A blade. It wasn’t steel. It looked like obsidian, carved from volcanic glass. The edge shimmered red and orange like it was pulled from lava. “This blade was made from the last forge of Hollow Moon,” she said. “Carried by your father into exile. It was never used. It waited for this.”

The blades still have their guards on, pale blue rubber, the color I picked when I was fourteen because Leona said pick something neutral and I picked that instead, some small rebellion I can barely remember now. I stand there looking at them. The urge that moves through me is physical before it's anything else. A muscle memory so deep it lives in my bones. The weight I know. The way the boot settles around the ankle after years of fitting itself to that specific shape, molding to every curve and hollow. The slight forward lean of the blade that always felt like being already in motion, like flying before you'd even pushed off. The fear arrives right behind it, sharp and immediate. What if m

She filled them all with mortal dread as she entered her Cyclone Stance and expertly spun around in the middle of them. Her blades followed her as she went, and cut into the terrorists with exacting precision. The Ra’ventrii blade’s razor-thin edges sliced cleanly through their heavy armor and bit deep into the flesh and bone far below. Those around her were almost instantly sliced to ribbons as gouts of blood poured out of their wounds. A few of them made choking sounds as their lives exited their bodies, which began to slowly fall to the ground. It was as though they were gradually realizing just how dead they were.

Tiny wind blade vortexes lingered around the sword's body. Buzz! The wind blades rotated rapidly with a loud buzzing sound.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"Scalpel." The blade was in my hand, and I made the first incision with the confidence of thousands of hours of practice. Opening Ollie's small abdomen, exposing the source of the bleeding, working with meticulous care to identify and control the damaged vessels. "Suction here. More light. I need better visualization."

And beneath it… Aurelius. Twin brothers. Founders. First Keepers. The illustration showed them standing together… Holding opposite halves of the Oath Blade. Adrian stared in disbelief. “The blade…” “It was originally one weapon.” Mira nodded slowly. “It was divided.” “Just like…” Her eyes widened. “Just like Leonardo and Alessio.” ⸻ Alessio slowly looked down at the Oath Blade. A thin crack ran along its center. As though waiting… For its missing half.

He was more than shocked by the sight in front. Dae was holding a razor blade in his right hand, his left hand made into a fist. His both hands shivering. His eyes tightly closed, a sweat drop dripping from his forehead. Aroon rushed to the younger and yanked the blade away from his hands. The younger fell on the floor on his knees, crying. Aroon examined the younger in shock. He thoroughly observed his body for any cuts. But thankfully no. 'Where the hell did he get this damn blade ? And what was he just trying to do ?’

“ROAR!” With a mighty roar Harch exploded with great power and gathered the elements of lightning and darkness into its blade. With a powerful swing a strong wind escaped Harch’s chiseled edge as a powerful blade light as gigantic as the titan who let it loose escaped its grasp and pushed towards the approaching Shiva. Typhoon and blade light clashed midway, and the world ceased spinning for a brief moment. *BOOOM*

Chris picked up the undamaged box and held it up. “This is to prevent the unit from breaking. There is a gas tank on the front and backing the unit. The rear tank has a hose that attaches to the primary air supply. This serves as a second air supply. The front tank will slowly leak gas into the sheathes to prevent the outside air from corroding the blades. Now for these three blades you will have a single hilt at your disposal.” Chris passed around the sword hilts and a blade. “Take note of the lever on the side of the handle. Squeeze the lever and slide the handle into the blade.”