Real Blades Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Sky must have predicted this because he turns and meets them head on. Micha and I exchange a look and turn to engage the other one as a team. I go low, aiming to sweephis legs out from under him, hejumps away but Micha swipes at his chest with his claws. The male grunts as the scent of blood hits the air. I spin around and his open back is to me as he fully engages Micah, clearly seeing me as the lesser threat. I’m happy to make him retreat it. Claws out I slash at his spine then bend, ducking under his heavy arm. He hisses shooting me a lethal look. “I’m going to chop you into pieces”

The whole of his upper body was bare and wet, water dripping from his hair to trickle down. "We," Alex breathed out, feeling cold shivers down his spine Seb placed his palm on his cheek to caress it. His hands were wet and cold, making Alex shiver at his every touch. "We have plans for the day, right?" "I know," Seb replied, Alex immediately looking away. "Blue, look at me." Gulping, Alex looked directly into Seb's blue eyes, catching a familiar glint in them. They looked so intense and Alex knew exactly what they meant as he felt it too.

He looked at Youri and said, “Even if what you said is true and a Soulblue can truly copy another creature’s aura, what about this?” After speaking, James summoned a ball of energy in his palm. He had urged his Chaos Power. Moreover, it was the complete form of Chaos Power. “I have a Thousand Paths Holy Body and have cultivated the various Paths of heaven and earth, allowing me to have pure Chaos Power. “Enlighten me, Elder Youri. Even though the Soulblue can copy one’s soul, can it copy a Thousand Paths Holy Body, the various Path Powers, and even my pure Chaos Power?”

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.

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

The cage floor shuddered under the sheer weight of five apex predators striking at once. The Void-Blade twins arrived first, moving as dark, liquid shadows across the iron deck. Their spectral arms whirred with high-frequency disruption fields, aiming twin, decapitating arcs at Rhys’s throat.

He nodded slightly. We moved. Like the wind and flame, our blades gleamed, slashing and striking. Each movement is in perfect sync, each attack a deadly dance. His back guarded mine, and mine guarded his. The battlefield was pure chaos. Blood soaked the earth. Screams of the wounded mixed with the snarls of wolves and the high-pitched screeches of fae magic colliding midair. The fire burned, limbs shattered, and death danced with every breath.