Scud Blade Novels & Stories

I walk over to the lockers and open in revealing different types of blades. Drop-Point Blade, ,Gut Hook, Sheepsfoot Blade, Clip-point blade the list goes on. My lips curl into a satisfaction smirk as my fingers brushed over the sharp metal. My eyes stopped when the kukri blades caught my eye. The blade was customized black as it had a 90 degree curve, suitable to dig someone's guts out. I took some of the blades and walked over to the beginning level wall, where you practice your aim. I throw the blade and it pierces through the wooden wall as it hit the center. I closed my eyes and let out a breath as I replaced the wooden wall with him standing in the center. I threw the blade and it lande

Blade was nearly two meters tall. His body was particularly robust and he had bulging muscles. The short-sleeved T-shirt that he wore accentuated his chest muscles, and they were big enough to rival an average woman's bosom. His bronze-colored arm muscles instilled fear in people, while his thick eyebrows and sharp eyes were brimming with might. When he arrived, he rubbed his bald head and asked Trevor in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

The pressure of their gazes was familiar and pulled at her instincts to stand tall in front of them. When Maddie turned to face her opponent, her breath hitched. That steel rod of confidence she was forced to maintain in front of her pack, weakened slightly as she gulped. Jason wasn’t a small man, his body as carved as the other warriors even if his strength didn’t stand up to the Silver Moon training. However, he became more daunting with the vicious weapon in his hand. It was scythe like and gleamed as it caught the afternoon sun, flashing its sharp edge like a beacon to ward off any idiots who dared to approach him. It was a scian mhór, like Jess had told her. Its curved blade was good fo

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

I turned off the light and let out a little laugh at myself. The good times back then were real. I had worked so hard, studying and making money to help Mom. Even when it was super tough, I never thought about giving up because Alexander Blake was there for me. He was a dreamer, though. He could not help with money or anything practical. However, he was always there with a warm hug when I got home late. He was all the support I had. Until he was unfaithful.

The weapon didn't glow, but it hummed at a hyper-sonic frequency, vibrating millions of times per second. The Silencer drove the monomolecular blade directly down through the roof of the armored transport. The high-frequency steel parted the composite-weave Blackwatch armor like a hot knife through butter. Inside the APC, an Ironhead ganger looked up just in time to see the vibrating tip of the blade slide effortlessly through the ceiling. "They're cutting through the hull!" he screamed. Total chaos erupted. The militia began firing blindly out of the APC's firing ports, the bright yellow muzzle flashes illuminating the horrific scene in strobe-light bursts.

"You put your hands on anything that's mine again, and I'll fucking end you." Viper looked at me, then at Jax. He looked like he wanted to kill us both. Then, a tall, lean guy from Jax's crew stepped up. Blade. He looked at Viper with a chilling calm. "You know very well what to expect," Blade said quietly. Viper actually flinched. He turned away and walked to his bike without another word. Bullet was laughing, shaking his head. "You were incredible, Scorpion! Absolutely...." "Expected," Blade interrupted. He crossed his arms and looked at Jax. "What do you expect when his father runs the...."

Reyes ducked, the blade cleanly slicing through the thick durasteel support pillar behind her as if it were made of warm butter. She countered, driving her scavenged combat knife toward the Striker's neck joint. CLANG. The harmonic blade flicked up, entirely severing the thick iron blade of Reyes’s knife. "They're too fast!" Reyes grunted, falling backward as the Striker delivered a devastating, hydro-pressurized kick to her chest plate, sending her sliding across the smart-glass floor. The Striker didn't pursue her. Its featureless, black-visored head snapped toward the plush synthetic couches. It had identified the highest-value targets: the unconscious, glowing Code-Born kids.