Scud Blade 2 Novels & Stories

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

Aethelred raised his scythe for a killing blow, his eyes two pits of ancient, unblinking light. "The ending is the same, Emma," he whispered. "The Wolf always returns to the dark." I didn't dodge. I Inverted. I let the Aether-Glass blade pass through my shoulder, the pain a white-hot agony that grounded me in the present. As the blade entered my flesh, I grabbed the hilt of his scythe with my bare hand. I didn't use my power to break it. I used my Scars. I flooded the Aether-Glass with the memory of the Cellar. I showed the ancient blade the feeling of the cold iron, the smell of the straw, and the heat of the Rebel’s first touch. I showed it the "Noise" of a life lived in the mess.

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.

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

He exploded into motion, his blade a silver blur that severed one of the creature's legs in a single, powerful stroke. The Scourge lost its balance, shrieking as it tumbled backward. Before it could recover, Cassius was on it, plunging his sword straight through its chest and pinning it to the stone floor. Its ember-like eyes flickered for a moment and then extinguished. Its form dissolved into a final wisp of shadow, leaving nothing behind but silence and the echo of my own ragged breathing.

I wipe off blood from my nose and snap it back in place “Last chance, tell me where to find that bastard and you might be alive to rebuild” “Don't underestimate me just because you were able to land an attack on me” blood drips from her face and she slowly walks to me Death Scythe emerges from my shadow and floats beside me before I grip it firmly and run to her. I perform a front thrust, pushing Death Scythe to her face but Madame Abigail steps to the side and i turn it over making the blade curl behind her and then pull it back fast

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.”

The pulse was not directed at him, so Creed knew it wasn't an attack. Very soon the pulse disintegrated in the room. He saw that the scissors had vanished from their original spot on the wall. But now a pair of circular metallic discs were lying on the floor. The discs had a sharp blade on the outer rim of the disc and blue veins around the edges and inner rim of the disc. He came close and realized the same blue nerves like inscriptions were still visible, just like on the scissors. The inner rim of the discs had a blunt surface to maintain a grip from the inside. Both the discs looked like an identical copy of each other.