Real Blades Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Author's POV Rudra gulped down the glass of whisky and took a deep breath. "Fati padi hai, Bhai..." (I am scared to the shit, bro) He rubbed his face. "How am I supposed to hear that horror without bursting out in anger or tears?... I was avoiding this conversation till now. Damon gulped as he himself was feeling his throat pounding in his throat. "We have to do it!" Rudra grabbed the glass again but Damon snatched it from him.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Scarlett screamed, using the momentary diversion to launch a crystalline spear of Life Tree energy directly at the Dragon's exposed wing joint. The spear struck true. It didn't pierce the armor, but it rooted utself. Aethyros shrieked, a sound of agony and disbelief. My body was a wreck, but my will was absolute. I charged, not with a blade, but with pure, chaotic force channeled through my good arm. I aimed for the exposed joint, right next to Scarlett's crystalline spear. The Destroyer’s chaos and the Weaver’s stability. I roared, releasing everything. The immense white power hit the Primordial. The armor at the joint cracked.

She jumped off the silver beast, preparing herself to fight — Accashia grabbed the grip of the Black Blade and brandished it through the air. She felt the blade heating up and the blade grew into a sword. “Let’s get your father back, Calleb… Pilak.” ============ Accashia squinted her eyes when she spotted a movement a few feet away — the thick grass that was blocking their view from the Castle descended from the ground — the earth swallowing it and revealing hundreds of Shadows that were running towards their direction. “Pilak! No — shit!” Accashia screamed and cursed when her mate was dragged by the bushes.

This person wants her to do according to his plan. “I don’t want you to look pathetic in our small movie Crimson Blade. We are currently ‘live’ on YT. What do you think will be the viewer's reaction when they saw your face more clearly? What do you think will the authorities will do when they will see the real face of Crimson Blade that they have a hard time finding? Laugh.” Zitrey eyes widened, ‘Who is it?’ she was so sure whoever it is already heard everything of their conversation. In the next few seconds, her question was answered.

Chaos said that made their friends tease them and she felt like her cheeks were being heated up. “Math Gregor.” A tall and handsome man with a hazel brown eye. “Orville Jones.” The other man said that is beside Math. “Reagan Harris at your service.” The other man beside Blood said he also has a unique eye color just like what Chaos and their other friends have, he has a grey eye like Death and Peace have while Chaos have ocean blue olor of eyes. “Lucas Millson” the man beside Reagan said. “Vix---” Vix tried to say but Chaos made him stop.

Chaos summoned out a wrath of black clouds and started to shoot it at them. “Dodge it,” said Ruby. Her phoenix spiral passed the black clouds. “One shot,” shouted Ruby. Her phoenix shot out a hyper beam and hit it straight in the chest. Chaos screeched as it got hit. “Destruction!” shouted Eric. His golden dragon shot a laser beam and sent it straight between Chaos’s foreheads. Chaos was screaming as it pierced it’s darkness. “Too bright, too bright,” it screeched. “Oh, so it can talk,” said Eric.

Those eyes carried both divine serenity and terrifying chaos, as if two opposing forces had fused together within him. Moonlight and chaotic energy pulsed faintly beneath his skin, occasionally sparking along his arms and shoulders like distant lightning beneath glass. Behind him, the faint silhouette of eight spectral tails briefly flickered into existence, made not of fur now, but of pure swirling Moon-Chaos energy before fading again like a mirage. The battlefield fell silent. Even the wraiths seemed to hesitate. Tyrel blinked slowly. “…Okay,” he muttered under his breath. “That’s new.” Tyrel stared openly, his grip tightening around his knives.

the blade said just then a purple flame ooze out from the blade and gathered forming a jelly being with a purple skin a man. “This you? Sarah was right” Sean said and he threw the blade at him Sean dodged it, now the blade is mindless, Chloe stopped the blade from hitting Sean and she ordered the blade to purge out any remnants of the beast soul in it then more Purple flame started oozing out from it.

Khalil explained. A loud screech from behind and up ahead caused us to pause. "Doesn't look like they're giving us much of a choice though," Abeel said, halting. The wraiths closed in from both sides. I tightened my grip on the twin blades, an eerie calm settling over me. The first wraith lunged at me, its shadowy tendrils reaching for my soul. With a swift spin, I deflected its advance, blades slashing through the darkness. The wraith vanished just before my blade touched it, leaving in its wake, a mossy mess.