Scud Blade 2 Novels & Stories

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

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

Greedy Wolf shot into the air, clashing with Prison Suppressor mid-flight. Under the will of their wielders, the two blades began to duel in mid-air. Blade lights flashed, and deadly energy swept across the field. Even the morning sunlight dimmed and brightened sporadically under the fluctuating blade aura. The murderous aura radiating from both weapons was overwhelming, but Greedy Wolf had a distinct advantage—it carried the power of starlight, which gave it the upper hand. During the exchange, Stone made a surprising discovery. There was a fledgling spirit inside that blade!

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 silver blade cut through enhanced muscle and tendon, sending it crashing to the forest floor. The perimeter breach had turned out to be a scouting party—four hybrids, two human handlers with tactical gear. Test run, most likely. Probing our defenses before the eclipse. "Clear on the east," Mason's voice crackled through the radio. "Two neutralized." "South perimeter clear," another voice confirmed. I finished the wounded hybrid with a knife through the eye socket—the most reliable way to kill them, we'd discovered. Silver to the brain. Nothing else stuck. Silas approached, his own silver blade dripping black hybrid blood. "That's all of them."

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*

Possibly unstable. I rolled my jaw, tension building in every line of my body. “Terminate if necessary.” That was Creed's code for eliminating the evidence. Which meant if Elias was even half as brilliant—and reckless—as the rumours claimed, he was already a walking dead man. I was just the bullet they’d chosen. I sighed, opened the side drawer of the desk, and pulled out the black tactical duffel I always brought to Creed operations. Inside: my collapsible blade, the silver-dipped one; a short-range scanner; flashbangs; comms; suppressor for the Glock.

she yells, "And, uhh, you too. Onward!" Right away, Ms. Justice, SpeedBlade, JumpStart, and even I charge forth. We slam, crush, and destroy the scrap metal robots as fast as we can, but somehow, there seems to be an endless amount of them. "Get off of me," SpeedBlade yells as one robot jumps and grabs onto his shoulder. Before the scrap metal robot can bite down, he grabs and throws it to the ground. He then slices the robot in two. "Watch out," I say, pointing as two more scrap metal robots jump and bite down on SpeedBlade's sword.

He released his grip on his sword hilt, placing both the blade and its scabbard on the ground. "You’re surrendering?" Adrian mushed. "I hope you will spare my life." After uttering these words, Caleb realized he had perhaps overestimated his love for combat in the past. He thought he was like Adrian, one who would valiantly engage in battle. Yet now, he found himself begging for mercy and relinquishing his most treasured possessions. What lay on the ground was not just his weapon, but also his fervor for combat. "You should very much hope so as you are of no use to me," Adrian replied with a faint smile, using his Fight Force to summon the blade from the ground into his hands. Engraved at th