Scud Blade 2 Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“She’s locked in a container on my dock. If I have to pull the trigger, I’ll have my men drop her in the ocean —ALIVE.” Rocco’s grip wavered as he took the gun. His fingers trembled, nearly dropping it. Mr Blade stepped toward Rocco, gripping his cane. He pulled off the rubber tip at the bottom—revealing a sharp blade. With a brutal thrust, he stabbed Rocco’s foot. Rocco screamed. Mr Blade twisted the blade deeper. "I pull it out; it goes in your back next. Stop wasting my time." Rocco sobbed. Dontrell’s voice cut through, counting. "One. Two—"

Also, this genome script comes from a member of the world's most shady organization which made Creed want to avoid learning it even more. However, after facing an anomaly, he realized how foolish he was. Earlier, Creed had mistakenly believed that his newly acquired dual blade combat skill: 'Sword Orbit' but he moronically underestimated the Glitch. Price? Shattered confidence, coming closer to death than ever before, intrusive nightmares, and a sense of inadequacy and hurted like a kick in the crotch.

Once he has the alpha pressed to the ground, he yanks out the blade hidden at the back of his boots and charges, but Scar grabs the blade before it meets his throat. “Shoot him! Fucking shoot him!” Scar screams, the blade cutting through his palm and getting closer and closer to his throat, his eyes widening as he stares at the murderous eyes of Valen, who stares at him with a maniacal smile. Scar's men struggle to withstand the crushing weight of the mad alpha's pheromones. Gritting their teeth, they force their trembling arms up and aim their guns, but before they can pull the trigger, gunshots suddenly erupt from all directions.

By the time the sharp wind brushed past my cheek, my hand had already risen, two fingers closing around the blade before it could pass. The dagger stilled instantly. Cold metal rested between my fingers, its faint vibration betraying the force behind the throw. I studied it briefly, noting its balance, its weight, the precision of its edge. It was well-crafted. Clean enough to open a throat without resistance. So this was how they chose to begin. I did not turn. Instead, I let my awareness expand, reaching into the stillness of the room, following the disturbances in the air rather than the silence itself.

A conniving woman like her, I knew she had already thought of something quick, and I was ready to hear it out! “How about we resort to something, big…” She said in a suggestive way and I reclined to hear her out. The waiter returned with our drinks and placed them on our table before showing us off, “How big?” “I remember Aldrich mentioning to his father about the partnership between Blade Inc. and CGC. Since you failed to find any dirt on CGC, how about we destroy their partnership?” I nodded urging her to continue,

He slammed me violently against the wall, his eyes bloodshot with fury. "I've been far too lenient with you!" he barked. Stars exploded across my vision from the impact. His grip cut off my air, and tears spilled uncontrollably down my cheeks. The System completely broke down inside my head, triggering a frantic alarm unlike anything before. "WARNING! WARNING! S-CLASS VIOLATION DETECTED! LAYLA HAS ATTACKED THE PRIMARY TARGET! TERMINATION PROTOCOL INITIATED!" I closed my eyes and waited for death to take me.