Scud Blade 2 Novels & Stories

The senior scout, probably, the one Levin’s intel pegged as Damon’s eyes in the human world. Ruth’s response is a grunt, all business. “Copy. He’s got a blade—silver, from the glint. You want him breathing?” “No,” I say, my tone flat, the wolf in me itching for the kill. “But don’t drag it out. Levin needs intel.” I rise slow, silent as a ghost, the fog swirling around my legs. The alley’s a black maw—neon from a distant bar flickering off wet bricks, graffiti snarling warnings in claw marks. The scout freezes, his head snapping toward me, eyes glowing yellow in the dark. Damon’s, I confirm, my lip curling. He bolts, but Ruth’s already on him, her form blurring as she shifts mid-stride, claw

I don’t believe he still is breathing, every corner of the blade I have stricken on him was filled with deadly venom. “Some of them had already returned,” he added, causing my forehead to crumple. “Some? Hadn’t they all returned the other day?” Tyler shrugged and raised his head, looking at me. “Why? Have you already seen Mayari’s platoon?” ‘I didn’t.’ I keep my answer in my head. Great, I’m starting to lose my brain. No more words spouted out of my mouth and helped him polish the remaining blades. All were silent except for the sound of clanging and crashing weapons from the trainees. Not until he initiated a topic.

What right did Tristan have to go to Esther's house now? At that moment, his friend, Matthew Hudson, came up with an idea. "Tristan, I just remembered. The Straburgh investment conference is next month. You can attend, representing your company. Since Russell Group is a major player there, they'll definitely be attending. "Esther is a loyal person. You two have been together for eight years, and they've only known each other for a few months. How can he be compared to you?"

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

The Blades were more feared than ever since their new generation of women were even brutal. “I believe the next generation would even be more ruthless,” Juliet observed and spoke. “Well, I think the ghosting technique is the best. With Doctor Sarah’s help, they should be able to have more multiple births and look even more identical. The Blades corporation is also expanding very fast, more hands would be needed,” Casper agreed and elaborated in his usual calm tone. “You always have it planned out,” Caddaric smiled in agreement. “And you have learned well,” Casper complimented him.

- Well, Alud, I will certainly tell you if I see something, I myself am extremely interested in my nature of seeing your world. I see you are tired, you can rest in the bedroom on the second floor - Conrod says, looking at the leader of the werewolves. Indeed, Alud had not yet fully recovered from the battle and escape from prison and looked extremely exhausted. Alud nodded approvingly and embracing Yulia went up to the second floor with her. Duk, meanwhile, took out a long bundle tightly wrapped in cloth from a black bag. Turning it halfway, Conrod saw an unusual-looking blade, all covered with hieroglyphs, which burned slightly, as if a flashlight was built into it. Duk placed the blade ca

The first was to use the Thunder Order, and the second was to use the Soul Blade. Although the thunder and lightning from the Thunder Order could not smash the close-defense missiles made from steel, it could at least destroy the close-defense missiles’ circuit system. If the close-defense missiles lost power, it would be equivalent to the battery of an electric vehicle being stolen. The huge turret and thick barrel would not be able to move at all, let alone lock onto the target. The power of the Soul Blade was even greater. It could cut through iron as if it was cutting clay, so if Charlie were to use it on the close-defense missiles, the Soul Blade would be able to cut the close-defense m

Mathin parried. And suddenly Scy was there, a katana-like energy blade weaving like St. Elmo’s fire, interfering with the monster’s blade and luring it away while Mathin freed himself. Balanced on one foot, Mathin withdrew his own gun and stood ready to aid should Scy need it.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King” Activating two techniques he was vastly proficient with, Mane crashed into a drone. Since they were going to be blocking his attacks, he might as well destroy them now. Two fiery sword lights sliced through the drone without much issue. *Crack* And without any true suspense, the weaponized flying machine was cut into two. Yet Mane’s sword lights weren’t fully depleted. They were thinned out, but still capable of one more attack. And Mane knew this. Both skills were stronger than 4 Way Cut: Perfect Square, and he was much closer to the drone than he was before. After all, the first time he wasn’t even planning to hit a drone. And that was why Man

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.