Scud Blade 2 Novels & Stories

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.

If words were exchanged, Ru couldn’t hear them, and she watched as Cutter raised his hands and sent streaks of blue into the air, aimed at Nat’s face. Raising his scythe, Nat reflected the light, sending it harmlessly into the tops of the trees. Cutter recoiled and tried again, shooting short bursts this time. Nat reflected each of them, moving his scythe from one target to the next, blocking the bolt aimed for his shoulder, then his knee and his opposite side. Twirling his scythe in front of him, he swung it at Cutter, who jumped out of the way just in time. Ru watched, fascinated, as Cutter used his light to form an equally long weapon, this one a glowing blue, and the two locked in arms a

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"

The car shot forward, tires burning gravel, leaving the Lycan’s estate shrinking behind them like a dying star. Scarlet pressed her palms against the window, her breath fogging the glass. That growl still rang in her ears. Her wolf whimpered low in her chest, claws scraping at her ribs like it wanted out...wanted blood...wanted answers. Blade didn’t look at her. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, shoulders locked like stone. “Blade,” she said again, quieter now. “He was bleeding. He was...” “He mindlinked me,” Blade cut in sharply. “That’s all you need to know.”

The second shooter tried to swing his rifle barrel toward Aria, but she was already moving beneath the line of fire. With a swift, practiced turn, she drew her silver combat blade, the cold metal catching the blue reflection of Leo’s talisman. She didn't deliver a lethal strike; she drove the heavy pommel of the hilt directly into the scout’s jaw, the impact fracturing the bone with a sharp, clean crack. The rifle slipped from his fingers, clattering into the wet mud as he collapsed sideways against the drainage baffle, completely unconscious. The narrow tunnel went quiet again, save for the steady, rhythmic drip-drip-drip of chemical condensation falling from the overhead pipes into the slu

Fighting in human form will be more advantageous than in werewolf form, which means fighting to death. Blade was lost in her thoughts, so she did not notice that Medina attacked her again. Blade has no choice but to attack her again. She was thankful that Medina did not let others intervene. However, Blade already knew she was at a disadvantage with her fight with Medina. The longer the fight gets, the more powerful Medina gets. And Blade could not see most of her attack. She had suffered a lot of injuries, making her speed and attacks dull. But Medina also got a lot of injuries from her, although her attacks were weak. Eventually, Blade's knees weakened and she knelt, Medina kicked her head