Savage Blade Ffxi Novels & Stories

He smiled at her, but it appeared to be a mocking smile from afar. Asking, 'Is that all you got?' Her grip becomes tighter. [BLADE LAW] On her other hand, a blade appeared. The blade on her right was burning red, but the new blade appeared to be burning with a bluish flame. She should just give it her all in a situation like this where she doesn't know what to do. {Blade Law (Epic Rank)- According to heaven's law, if the first sword misses, the second sword is a sure hit. Until the skill expires, the user gains Sword Aura.}

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

Blade grunted scrunching in anger. "What a bitch she is!" He huffed out grinding his teeth making her chuckle. "Don't say that! First, listen." Blade whined looking away. He wanted to claw at the face of the moon goddess. "And the other choice was I can have my wolf and mate back but for that. I have to sacrifice my power of healing." Blade's head snapped to her. But she just healed him a while ago.

"If they can't bring you in, I’ll take the pieces myself." He drew the blade, and the air in the Sanctuary suddenly went cold—not the biting frost of the Eldergloom, but a dry, ancient cold that smelled of parched earth and forgotten tombs. The sword was a sliver of obsidian etched with runes that glowed a sickly, pale yellow. It was a Void-Blade, a weapon forged to sever the connection between a Fae and the Veil. "That sword won't save you, Phuwin," Sofia said, though she felt a shiver of genuine instinctive fear at the sight of the blade.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

her eyes flash as she takes a knife from her side and begins to hurtle towards me. My dagger flies through the air, embedding itself into the side of her armour with a satisfying thud. I hear her grunt in pain and know that at least I’ve left a bruise. But before I can even catch my breath, she swings her own blade at me, and I barely have enough time to block it with my next weapon. The clash of metal on metal rings in my ears as I cough, my eyes burning from the putrid smell of wolfsbane filling the air. “What’s wrong throat little scratchy?” she taunts, a smirk forming on her lips. I lunge forward, kicking her in the stomach with all my might, before swiftly rushing after her and jabbing

It was time to take an oath, and seal my choice to become a member of Raventhorne pack. There was no turning back now. Asher placed the small wooden box on the table before me. He opened it to reveal a crooked dagger with a bright crimson crystal at its top. Its gold handle was lined with what I could only describe as thin black veins. “Take it. Give yourself a cut,” he instructed. After a moment of hesitation, I picked up the dagger and brought the sharp edge to my hand giving myself a nick.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

[Tavien Drake: ? [Zafira Nightvale: The deadly silver poison inside your leg—only my herbal claws can cure it!] my thumbs type back with absolute confidence because my past life showed me the exact wolfsbane mixture to save his skin. [If your young female claws can truly fix my ruined leg, I will eat my own leather combat boots on a live pack stream. Get lost, crazy pup!] Tavien’s reply flashes back across town from the Darkmere Crossing estate, his words mocking my snout completely.