Real Blades Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Blinking in confusion and through the haze of desire, I look up, And what I see rocks through my body. Jesse… Jesse is crying.

Every rustle of leaves sent a bolt of anxiety through her body, and the air was thick with the smell of soil and fear for her to breathe in. Far from the reach of her bereaved parents, she was alone and terrified caught in a dream from which there appeared no release. The guys who had grabbed her were cruel and heartless; their eyes were icy, and their words were harsh. They saw her as nothing more than a bargaining piece, a pawn in a brutal game she had no idea about. The darkness that surrounded her was a reflection of the emptiness that existed within their hearts; it was devoid of compassion and indifference.

The court moved quickly, clearing space in the center of the chamber. The duel circle formed beneath the towering pillars of bone and stone. Adrian stepped into the open space. Across from him, Kharvek unsheathed a massive curved blade. “Try not to die too quickly,” the demon mocked. Adrian said nothing. The duel began. Kharvek attacked first. The demon moved with surprising speed for his size, his blade crashing down with enough force to crack the stone floor. Adrian twisted aside. Steel shrieked against steel as he raised his sword to deflect the next strike.

And it will be impossible for them to destroy the true enemy - the Beast! John inspected his blades and stroked them, especially admiring the sterling silver engraving that showed up as soon as he held them in his hands. The Blades recognized their Master, their Creator. The engraving on one of the blades read: "Ta - revo" - "I am death." And on the other: "Ve'ol, E'khor!" - "Fear, Beast!" "My blades," Black whispered, still holding his blades in his hands. - How, it turns out, I missed you!

a random dude asked. "Our name is Chaos and we aren't a mafia. We're a motherfucking family. We won't adhere to your bullshit mafia rules, we make our own. We are a family and are open to all. Join us if you choose. Our family is the strongest you will ever find." Blaise announced.

His beautiful blond hair was stained by blood, and his blue eyes looked scarier than the scene in front of him. Near to him has a beautiful woman that has black skin with peaked and long ears. She had an attractive face with her exuberant curly hair and her whiskey color eyes; The lovely soft lips were a straight line. She had a puckered forehead because of a full of sadness scowl. She had an ax in her beautiful and full of scratched hands; the ax was heavy and dropping blood and was getting cold slowly. It was difficult to say whose it was the blood, either hers or the bodies on the battlefield. A roar from the sky took the couple who were on the giants' corps out of their thoughts. These g

The woman beside him was his partner, whom he had met in the Dark World. The countless humans who were witnessing this spectacle erupted into madness, shouting and cheering as though they were fighting on the stage themselves. The vacuum area that appeared on the battle arena was instantly restored. James and Byron stood in the void. James held the Chaos Sword. In the distance, Byron exuded a vibrant aura and remained composed. Many Caelum Boundless Rank living beings were dumbfounded. “Is this still the Caelum Boundless Rank?” “This may even be what the Chaos Rank looks like.”

This blade was named Chaos Blade, the symbol of the garrison leader, and it didn't belong to Adrian. Yet, in such a critical moment, he had managed to call upon it. As soon as the Chaos Blade appeared in Adrian's hand, his aura surged, filling the air with sizzling sounds. When his intensified aura covered the blood-red ghostly hands, sounds of sizzling echoed through the air. The ghostly hands began to melt away at a visible rate, just like the earlier Blood Specters.

The Mahan people better have an idea on what women could do when they are displeased. ''Too many questions, but it will be left unanswered,'' was the darkness' reply. Strange thing was, Chaos couldn't discern if it was a man or a woman. Was it part of their magic, too? ''Stand there quietly like a proper target and let us have your heads.'' Chaos scoffed at their taunt. It was nothing. It had no impact. He didn't feel scared at all. ''Come at us, then, cowards,” he challenged. The blades came. If that would mean that the enemy has no more arrows, that would be perfect. He and Carysse have no problems dealing with melee attacks.

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.