Oar Blades Novels & Stories

I simply braced my stone shoulder against the heavy oak table and pulled. The sound was wet—a sickening, visceral slide of metal against muscle. Blood erupted from the wound, hot and startlingly red against the white silk of my ruined blazer. I watched the liquid soak into the fabric, analyzing the flow-rate with the detached curiosity of a combat medic. Non-arterial. Manageable. I dropped the blood-stained blade. It hit the wood with a dismissive clink. "Aria... you need to cauterize that," Kael’s voice rasped from the floor.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)

Even if she wasn't wearing a bodysuit, she would have been fine. "Oh, let me show you then," Xara had a calm smile on her face. She waved her hands and a pair of red and black dual blades entered her hands, the blades were beautifully designed. Both 2'5ft tall and a few inches wide, it was wavy and there were endless small runes and grooves etched into the blade similar to Xasha's own Storm Caller.

Next, he had Sethlzaar watch as, setting the grindstone turning with its pedals, he put one of the blades to it, finding rhythm counting in twos in the language the priests often spoke with before handing the task over to him. As the blade met stone it let out black sparks the likes of which Sethlzaar had never seen before, unsettling him at its appearance. He held his wits about him and kept at it a while, moving the length of the blade at the correct angles under Sigael's instructions, increasing and decreasing the speed of the stone through its pedals as per the smith's command so its whole length honed. Then he performed the task on the other side. He did this for both blades for a while

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

“Good luck, little author.” She took three precise steps back, returning to her side of the line. The arena responded. The floor under our feet trembled. Cracks traced themselves across the smooth stone, radiating from the center outwards like a spiderweb etched in metal. Panels shifted. Structures began to rise. Blades. They slid up from the ground in gleaming ranks—some fixed, some on swivels, some pendulums hanging from hastily grown archways. Short, waist‑high teeth formed in lines along certain paths. Taller scythe‑blades swung in slow, testing arcs above.

All he could do now was sit and wait for Kirou to finish the assembly. Like that, another ten minutes passed. When Kirou's hands finally stopped moving, assembled on the table were two unique shaped bladed weapons. If any martial art fanatic from the real world was present, they would recognize that the assembled weapons looked similar to single bladed tonfas. The difference was that barrel holding the blades was a bit wider and more reinforced.

she asked Dennis. "Bionics," he replied. "Heavy titanium plates infused with a defensive-offensive technology that even the Army hasn't begun to conceive of its existence yet. They're trillions of dollars in worth and thousands of tons in weight." And somehow, a shadowy division of an even more shadowy covert department of the UN decided to give them to a teenager to play with, Megan added in her head, the thought perplexing her. But speaking of which, she asked, "How in the world is he able to carry the wings then if they weigh as much as you said?"