Oar Blades Novels & Stories

“I’m assuming you know about this?” Greg Moir skimmed the page and nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted. Jordan tensed behind him. “The compressor blades are critical for maintaining smooth airflow and optimal pressure ratios. Even minor surface defects can disrupt the aerodynamics, leading to efficiency losses, overheating, or even blade failure—” “Two minutes,” Carrie warned.

The blades looked lighter, a chill ran through my spine the moment I recognized it. Silver.

"Now take this!" With a resounding cry, the Oculus Blade erupted in a burst of divine hues. The 3,000 laws etched upon it absorbed the surrounding power of heaven and earth, coalescing into a golden sword rain that cleaved through the encroaching darkness.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

I said looking off into the distance by the end, the horrific scene of these huge blades flying at me playing back like a movie reel. “I still don’t understand what happened, I was stood off to the side of the training grounds and was learning how to properly catch the blade when it’s flying at your face. It was all going great until multiple knives began to fly at me. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the claw spiked blades but what makes them so dangerous, is the razor-sharp claw like edge which when is sliced or thrown at a person, it seems to dig into the skin and when it spins to exit, rips layers of their flesh off. Now, I had been catching them with ease, but when they all were bei

Thalia POV I am talking with Rory about getting new training equipment. Many warriors expressed interest in learning specialized weaponry. This requires additional safety measures and keeps me occupied and involved in training, even if I can’t train for the moment. “I think for the blade training we are going to need additional throwing stations. Warriors excel at hand-to-hand combat with blades but not at distance throwing. Each blade has its own weight and counterweights to balance it. The foundations are the same, but size, type, and the like matter,” I said.

Amara’s pov Orian flipped the blade away and it made some noise as it landed in the nearby bushes, he let go of my hands, bringing his to my sides and he lifted his head. His gaze went down to stare at my body and instinctively my hands went down to shield myself and I turned away shyly not meeting his gaze.

"The next age belongs to those who protect through choice." The Twin Blades floated into the air one final time. The silver blade returned to Kael. The golden blade returned to Rhydian. The ancient runes engraved upon them slowly vanished. The weapons had fulfilled their purpose. They were no longer symbols of destiny. They were simply swords. The Creator looked at Kael. "You changed the oath." Kael shook his head. "We changed it." He looked at Rhydian. "I could never have done it alone." Rhydian grinned. "I know."

“Does this mean something?” Edward, who I’ve always viewed as father figure, is now all hunter in his response. “It means that you’re not just any hunter. And that’s as scary as it is promising.” Rion leans in so close his voice is almost private, “There’s a legend that the Orion blades can split in two.” He’s joking, I think—until I flick my wrist, and the blade separates perfectly down the center, each half locking into my hands like twin extensions of my own arms. The blue light flares, briefly blinding.

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.