Real Blades Of Chaos Novels & Stories

With that in mind, Blade started to go crazy. He let out an angry roar as he shot forward like an arrow, rushing at Chris once again. There was a crazed look in his eyes and he was determined to injure Chris at all costs! He shouted out, "Die!" The chakram in his hand sent out five slashes in a row. All of them emitted a chilling glint. The five slashes contained incredible killing intent. In a flash, they appeared in front of Chris. Chris let out a light laugh as he formed seals once again, causing starlight to surround his body.

“But I am the truth you seek. I am Chaos, the unmaker of lies. Join me, Jessica, and be free.” The tendrils lashed out, forcing the group to scatter. Jessica dodged, her golden energy slicing through one, but it reformed instantly. Kade roared, his claws tearing at the barrier, while Selene’s spells burned bright, only to be swallowed by the shadows. Lucas struck with precision, but his blade passed through the tendrils like smoke. Bryan’s spectral form darted in, disrupting their movements, but even he faltered, his light dimming. “It’s toying with us!” Lucas shouted, ducking a tendril that nearly impaled him.

Next to the jar is a small scoop seated on a folded towel. I’m not going to enjoy what’s about to come next. Or maybe I will? Pain does make me hard sometimes. I mentally hum. No. This will suck. Unless it’s Jase or Carley causing me pain, I don’t think this will make me horny. Damn. Razor grabs the little melon scoop. It’s not sharp, so this is going to be very painful. “Don’t worry, purdy eyes. I’m gonna take good care o’ your eye. It’ll be my most prized possession. Who knows, maybe I’ll add the whole Chaos set once my pet storm delivers them to me.”

A flash of cold light pierced the vast expanse, igniting boundless chaos in its wake. As the Oculus Blade vanished, the Ancestora—whose senses were killed as he was trapped within the confines of the space-time domain—felt a surge of existential crisis coursing through him. In the tumultuous aftermath, he witnessed chaotic energies sweeping through the void like water boiling over from a pot. An icy chill crept up his spine, and he swiftly raised his hand to wave the Chaos Flag. Its black and yellow colors blossomed with divine light that attempted to stave off the encroaching void.

The Void quivered like a living thing, every fragment of shattered reality trembling under the weight of unseen eyes. Floating shards twisted and collided, some breaking apart instantly, others warping like liquid under pressure. Time and space no longer followed rules they responded only to the presence of the anomaly. Seraphine’s grip on the Blade of Origin was unyielding. Its silver light pulsed in perfect synchrony with the bond she shared with the immortal beside her, each surge of energy anchoring them against the oppressive force pressing from all sides.

As she contemplated this, another message window appeared; [ALERT; YOU HAVE SYNTHESIZED THE SKILL: MOLECULAR TRANSMUTATION WITH THE SKILL; BLOOD CONTROL! UPDATING PHANTASM! YOUR BLOOD HAS NOW CHANGED INTO A FORM OF PLASMA-LIKE ENERGY! YOUR BOND TO ALTERNATE SPACE: CRIMSON VOID HAS BEEN ENHANCED!] [ERROR! YOU HAVE NOT MET THE NECESSARY CONDITIONS TO ACCESS FULL CAPABILITIES!] ***

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

The blast from the Elder’s void-energy sent a shockwave through the Dead Lands, turning the ash into a blinding whirlwind. Silas lay motionless against the jagged rocks, his black-glass blade nothing but glittering shards in the dirt. I stood alone, the white light of the Priestess lineage flickering around my fingers like dying embers.

With a thrust of his spear, he pierced through one woolly mammoth. Since he had no one to protect him, he could not unseal his restrictions like Lynn to directly reach stage nine of the martial celestial god realm. Seeing Walter and Barry help him block the charging mammoths while Lynn was still unsealing her restrictions, Chase launched an offensive against her. He waved his right hand, and the Greedy Wolf Blade appeared. The blade, several thousand feet long, slashed down from the sky, cutting a blank area through the hundred thousand troops Lynn had summoned. Green blood and Zago corpses were scattered everywhere, emitting waves of foul stench.

Arrows, spears, and sharp wooden knives, all required a blade to shape them. She was fresh out. Albian’s wails were almost masked by the sinister laugh of the one called, Vhalos. His voice made her skin crawl and hurried her along. With no better option, she decided to hunt him instead. Evrah crept through the dense vegetation making her way back toward them. It wasn’t long before she spotted a line of soldiers blocking her view. They were death among life.