Optimus Prime Blade Novelas e Histórias

'It's so majestic,' I say. The blade is made of moonstone, opalescent of blues and whites and then forms into steel. I gently glide my fingertip across the blade. It's the sharpest dagger I've ever held. Blood trickles from my finger. I gasp as Micah takes my hand and sucks the blood from my finger, causing my insides to burst into song. It's as if an entire choir and orchestra are performing inside me. Blushing as he gently releases my finger from his lips. I resume inspecting the beautiful dagger. The fuller that runs down the middle of the blade is diamond-shaped and has a stunning engraving that looks like an eye, a familiar eye at that, with a hint of sable. It shimmers as I tilt it. Th

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

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.

The "Reviewer’s Blade" was a weapon of absolute exclusion. It didn't cut through flesh; it cut through "Relevance." As the man in the hoodie pointed the silver-glass tip at Silas, the Alpha-Regent felt his very history—the three years of his regret, the sacrifice in the spire, the battle for the sun—being "De-prioritized." He was becoming a "Secondary Character" in his own story, his gold-and-sapphire skin turning to a dull, uninteresting grey.

"I won't let go." Rhydian smiled through the blood on his lips. "You never have to." The Twin Blades merged into one brilliant white sword. Its light pierced the heavens. The King of the Void looked at the weapon. For the first time... It took a single step backward. "You forged..." Its voice carried something unfamiliar. "...the Blade of Beginning." The Creator smiled. "No. They did." The white blade released a pulse of light that spread across the collapsing world. Dead trees bloomed. Broken stone became green with life. The frightened Gatekeepers felt hope returning to their hearts. Even the widening crack in the sky stopped growing.

“Blade-“ “Stop trying to control me with your words, with your kisses, and caresses! In the end, you are just like your mother, Katniss! I am done with your manipulation! Say your prayers now. I will make sure to send you to hell tonight where you and your two-faced parents belong!” In a blink of an eye, Blade already had a dagger in his hand. He ran to me, ready to attack me. The hybrids showed up and blocked him. But with a snap, the hybrids flew in different directions.

They unleashed Resonance Blasts (concentrated pulses of sound and Isotope energy) that slammed against the Sonic Shield, making the blue dome flicker ominously. "They’re trying to shatter the shield!" Kazimir roared, drawing his Underwater Combat Blade (a specialized, plasma-edged knife designed to cut through hardened materials). "We have to break through!" He moved like a steel torpedo, kicking off a splayed leg of one of the Sentries. His blade, crackling with focused energy, sliced through the creature’s chitinous armor, severing a limb. The Sentry shrieked, a high-frequency whine that vibrated through Elara’s suit.

"You rejected the System? Fine. Then die like a savage." He reached behind him. From the air itself, he pulled out a handle. A blade of pure, oscillating energy ignited—the "Tyrant’s Blade," a weapon that cut through molecular bonds. "Gravity," Valerius commanded. "Maximum." The dial didn't just go to 12. It went to 20. The floor beneath Jack disintegrated.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.