Red Rising Sling Blade Novels & Stories

The entire thing, pommel to point is black, and the only color is a trio of red rubies that sit at the top of the cross guard. “It’s beautiful…thank you” I say, she looks at me expectantly, and then eyes the larger box. I already have an idea of what it will be, but I still want to cry as I find a set of twin blades, the coloring the exact same, with the 3 rubies, in the box. “If I were to hug you, would you rip my arms off?” I ask her, choked up with emotion. I can’t believe she was so thoughtful…even if she had agreed to train me I would have happily used whatever was readily available in the weapon storage for the army.

No real formation, no plan—just people edging closer, pulled in by the same thing. At the centre stood one person. Phoenix Rise. He didn’t look surrounded. That was the first thing Riley noticed. His stance was relaxed, almost casual, his weapon resting in his hand like none of this required urgency. The blade caught the eye straight away, its surface holding light instead of reflecting it, as if it had been made from something brighter than steel. It didn’t glow. It burned. Softly. “…that’s him,” Hayes muttered. “Subtle,” Hayley replied, though her tone had sharpened as she took in the crowd.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

Her hands fumbled in the corner, the sound of zippers and clattering makeup spilling onto the floor. “I—I can’t find it!” she stammered. The shadow creature twisted under me, throwing its weight. My grip slipped, claws raking down my ribs. Pain flared white and hot. “You’ll find it now,” I snapped, forcing its head against the rug. “Or she dies!” That jolted her. Pelin scrambled to her bag, yanking the red crescent blade free. It glowed faintly, the markings along its edge pulsing like embers.

She gives it a small test movement—just a turn of the wrist—and the blade follows like an extension of intent. Her breath catches, just barely. She takes the second blade. For a moment, the room is silent except for the faint hum of electricity and distant birdsong. Alex stands there holding both weapons, not raised, not claimed—just acknowledged. “They suit you,” Eve says softly. "Ma made a red rig for them, crossed back scabbards, angled for a clean, fluid draw over either shoulder.” They all called her Ma now, all the Red Death ladies.

The entire thing, pommel to point is black, and the only color is a trio of red rubies that sit at the top of the cross guard. "It's beautiful...thank you" I say, she looks at me expectantly, and then eyes the larger box. I already have an idea of what it will be, but I still want to cry as I find a set of twin blades, the coloring the exact same, with the 3 rubies, in the box. "If I were to hug you, would you rip my arms off?" I ask her, choked up with emotion. I can't believe she was so thoughtful...even if she had agreed to train me I would have happily used whatever was readily available in the weapon storage for the army.

The sharp side of their blades was made of silver, and their end had an arrow-like point to penetrate the enemy. Its handle had a safety curve on it that I could, which was why I could spin it freely around my hands like I was doing today. A deadly glint flashed before my eyes as I moved with agility and started slashing throats from left and right. I even used their bodies as a stepping mid-air so I could continue jumping from one another. “That’s wild!” Lyndon exclaimed after he walked off from one of the trees, where he shifted back to his human form. I stretched my limbs, cleaned my blade with a towel I immediately dropped after, and put it back on the sheath.

Recently dropped. The blade itself bore a small, familiar sigil near the base, etched, so finely you could have missed it if you didn’t know where to look. A stylized fang. Nightfang’s mark. Rin’s hand went cold around the hilt. “Kael,” she said quietly. He turned. His gaze dropped to the knife, then snapped back up to hers. The line of his shoulders went rigid. “Is that—” Talia began, peering over Rin’s other shoulder. “Ah. Shit.”

Emerging from the darkness, its eyes red, engulfed with rage they burned holes into the night. Flying towards her like a possessed hellhound. Chiris was forced back, as she dodged a frenzy of claws and teeth. Taking a defensive stance, she drew a thin blade in preparation for the next attack. Her thumb pressed into the weapons metal; it prompted a few drops of blood the flow. The red liquid, glistening as it skimmed the edge, they fell onto the ground softly.