Sasuke Katana Novels & Stories

“Capo, everything’s set. Don Russo and his family are waiting.” My blood ignited, a match struck in dry tinder. Five years of waiting, planning, sharpening the blade. I strode to my room, showered in under five minutes—scalding water sluicing away sweat and sex. Black suit, no tie, holster snug against my ribs. The Katana lay in its lacquered sheath on the dresser, dragon-etched hilt gleaming. Isabella’s blade. The very one Russo gifted her. The one she’d used to save his daughter. The one I’d use to end him. Matteo drove, the SUV devouring midnight miles. City light bled into darkness then the gated estate loomed—the walls breached, guards zip-tied, and gagged in the shadows. My men moved l

“I can use my sword.” “Then use it,” she growled in my head. “These are only mortals. They may be sorcerers, but at the end of the day, they’re mortals, and mortals can be killed.” I bobbed my head slightly, taking in the men before me again, wearing stern faces, some of them cracking their fingers. “Ready?” Davina called in my head. I reached into my core and curled my right hand, as it grew with warmth. A katana materialized in a blue-white light, the outline of the blades burning with the same energy.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

I then gawked at the Katana, steel sword, having no idea where to place it, or even how to use it. I had never thought of training with a sword, nor have I imagined of being a swordsman one day. The demons preferred making use of handy fighting tools that they easily could hide; tools like darts, daggers, and so many others. This was because they never use tools after transformation, so it was easy to take out their clothing and the tool with their mind when transforming, and keep it somewhere easy to remember in their memory for when they change back.

With a solemn gaze, Jude handed the weapon to Sasha, their voice dripping with an ominous tone as they instructed her in the art of vengeance. "Sasha," Jude whispered, their words laden with dark intent, "take this dagger, forged in the depths of our shared rage. Let its blade be a conduit for the justice you seek. Wield it against Gilbert and his kin, for they have sown the seeds of suffering." As Sasha's trembling fingers wrapped around the hilt of the dagger, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. The weight of the blade felt heavy in her grasp, a symbol of the choices before her—choices that could forever alter the course of her life.

Before her brain could respond, Cristine's body reacted. Daris and Jay were dragged in front of her, and the rest were kicked. Cristine evaded the attack. The boys have not yet reacted. Because of the light, the katana's blades sparkle. It was flawlessly polished. If it can effortlessly slice individuals in half, Cristine won't have any doubts. Although the man gave them a cold stare, you can see a slight curve on the edge of his lips. Cristine twitched her lips. She desperately wants to strike the man in front of her at least once.

Adrian burst into ripples of laughter as he kept the iron stamp aside and picked up a Japanese Katana, his favorite toy of all time. He unleashed it and trailed his fingers on the edge of the blade which was extremely sharp and his lips curled into a smile…. “This is one of the best Katana in Japan and as you can see it's extremely sharp… You either give me what I want, else I'm gonna slice off your manhood with just one slice…” Adrian calmly spoke without sparing him a glance…

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

To successfully kill a sanguidae one must cut out their heart using bloodstone, as it stops the heart from regenerating. I pull the blade from its scabbard and run my thumb against the blade, testing its sharpness by the amount of pressure I feel against the pad of my thumb. If I were a sanguidae – or almost any other being for that matter – the blade would have sliced right through my flesh. We put great time and effort into perfecting and maintaining the weapons we use, and this one is no exception. Once satisfied, I place it back into the scabbard and strap it to my back. “You always choose a katana, no matter what being we fight. I should have known you’d choose it again,” she says playf

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.