Scud Blade 2 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.}

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

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.

He had heard when Saadiya screamed his name, he could see the pain and anger in her facial expression and as he watched her approach him, he withdrew a small knife from underneath his shirt and held it out of the sight of the others. He smirked, he would take down one more person, this would be as a warning to Mariam, she had dared him when she had thrown that knife. Saadiya ran up to Aazim and kicked him hard on the face with the sole of her shoe, the force brought him down and as she readied for another blow, Aazim stood up and swung the knife towards her but a soldier, just in time, held her from behind and pulled her back so Aazim's knife only sliced the air. Saadiya looked at him in sur

I watch, breathless, thinking it will disappear — but instead, the condensed currents split, sliding smoothly along both sides of his throat, brushing the skin with the gentlest, most deliberate, and menacing caress, before they meet again behind his neck. There, in a heartbeat, the wind snaps back into form, reforming into a razor-fine blade. And then — faster than the eye can track — it whips across the room. CLANG. The windblade slices straight through a steel art sculpture standing by the far wall — a polished metal spiral about thirty centimeters wide — and cuts it clean in half. The halves clatter apart with a ringing sound, the edges gleaming sharp and fresh. The blade itself dissipat

It snapped at her face, its breath smelling of copper and chemical preservatives. She spun to the left, her silver movements fluid and weightless. She allowed the wolf’s momentum to carry it past her, but as it did, she drove her silver blade upward, targeting the unarmored gap beneath its foreleg. The silver energy coating the blade sliced through the tough hide effortlessly. The moment the silver entered the creature’s bloodstream, the violet light in its eyes vanished, replaced by a flash of blinding white light as the internal cybernetics short-circuited. The wolf crashed into the central console, sparking violently before collapsing.

a voice whispers in the back of my mind, a faint echo of something I’ve heard before. My eyes dart to the ground, scanning for anything that might help. And then I see it, a blade, discarded and glinting faintly in the dim light. It’s coated in wolf’s poison, the only thing that could weaken someone like him. I don’t think. I move. Diving toward the blade, I roll as the Blade Alpha’s claws tear through the space where I was moments ago. My hand closes around the hilt, the cold metal biting into my palm.

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.

The Director’s voice floats down, almost amused. “Listen to her, Renn. Miss Vale has become very possessive of graves.” Renn’s thumb tightens. I throw the Phantom Blade. I do not throw it at her. I throw it at the wire bundle behind the detonator. The blade hits the cable housing and sticks. Bad throw. Pregnant, exhausted, hip half-failed, hand burning, bad angle. Still close enough. Sarah shoots the blade hilt. The impact drives it through the housing. The countdown stutters.