Red Hood All Blade Novels & Stories

My opponent was already in there. "Tonight's the night!," the announcer announced. "Red vs Blade. The two strongest fighters!" Blade. He's the only other strongest fighter apart from me. Obviously, I was trained so I have the upper hand here. A black mask covered his face just how my red one covers mine. His tatted chest was bare. Black shorts hung on his waist. His tattoos covered his upper arms, parts of his chest and his neck.

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con

I screamed, stepping forward to strike…. THWACK! A sudden, sickening sound shattered the air. My breath caught straight in my throat. My blue eyes went wide in total horror as the world around me seemed to freeze in slow motion. A long, bloody steel blade passed completely through Aaron's chest from behind, driven deep by a hidden Crimson guard who had sneaked out from the shadows. "No!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. The enemy guard yanked the sharp blade back out, and Aaron's body instantly lost all its strength. He shifted back into his pale human form, collapsing onto his knees on the dirty floorboards right in front of me, blood spilling rapidly from his chest and mouth.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

The moon hung low and red above the charred peaks of the Hollow Mountains, its light bleeding across the broken land like a fresh wound. The winds whispered secrets—old names and forbidden truths—carried through trees with bark blackened from ancient fire. At the edge of this cursed place stood Alaric Vellaria Vaelthorne, clad in his long black coat, the silver embroidery glowing faintly in the moonlight. His crimson eyes scanned the twisted forest before him, boots crunching over scorched earth. Behind him, the Black Citadel faded into the fog. Ahead, danger awaited.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

I'm just about to drive my blade through Jonathon’s heart, finally, after all the blood and games, when movement flashes at the edge of my vision. Instinct takes over. I pivot mid-strike, blade skimming wide as I counter with my elbow, narrowly blocking the oncoming blow. The force behind it stings. He steps out of the shadows, tall, composed, his black hair slicked back like he walked out of an old portrait, but those eyes, those glowing red eyes, scream hunger, control, obsession.

--- **RHYDIAN'S POV** The fight was a kaleidoscope of horrors. The guardian fractured into a thousand selves, each wielding a shard of the Sunderblade. Rhydian's scars burned as he parried, his blood painting the glass. Eden stood motionless, the Crown's spirals spinning wildly. *"Let me in,"* Nythra whispered through him. *"Let me show you true power."* "Eden-*fight it*!" Rhydian roared, tackling him as the guardian lunged. The Sunderblade grazed Eden's arm, and the Crown *screamed*.

he asked him as he raised his shirt and inspected his wound. Rick groaned in pain. The wound was bleeding profusely and if the bleeding was not stopped in time, it could lead to fatal consequences. Arthur looked outside the shield and saw that lady Amelia and the demons were trying to break the shield. He quickly re-enforced the shield and turned back to Rick. He opened Rick’s shirt and started healing him. He infused his spiritual powers into the wound and Rick watched as the wounds closed up. His pale lips started regaining some colours. Arthur brought out a vial from his cloak and opened it then he put it to Rick’s lips.

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.