Scud Blade Novels & Stories

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.

I left my sharp piece of drone rotor blade slide over the edges of the collar and searched for the fine seam of the housing. “In the slums you don’t survive long if you Trash just looked like garbage. Everything has an internal construction plan. I have years broken Enforcer drones pulled out of the Schredder battles and put them in Water filter, heater and scanner rebuilt. The consortium does not build for Eternity. They build for the mass.” With a slight click, my blade found the tiny gap next to the

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

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.

They unleashed Resonance Blasts (concentrated pulses of sound and Isotope energy) that slammed against the Sonic Shield, making the blue dome flicker ominously. "They’re trying to shatter the shield!" Kazimir roared, drawing his Underwater Combat Blade (a specialized, plasma-edged knife designed to cut through hardened materials). "We have to break through!" He moved like a steel torpedo, kicking off a splayed leg of one of the Sentries. His blade, crackling with focused energy, sliced through the creature’s chitinous armor, severing a limb. The Sentry shrieked, a high-frequency whine that vibrated through Elara’s suit.

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.

Not if he wanted to survive. Another scythe swung down from above, and Kael reacted before he even saw it, ducking instinctively as the bond pulsed violently. Lucien mirrored his movement perfectly, landing on a narrow ledge across from him. Their eyes met midair—intense, calculating, and something else entirely.

“He’s taunting us.” “Why?” I whispered. Blade’s voice was hard, steady. “Because he wants us rattled. Wants us scared before he makes his move.” “Well, it’s working,” I snapped, my nerves fraying. Cruz squeezed my hand weakly. “Fear means you care who you lose. Don’t let him use that against you.” “Easy for you to say when you’re bleeding out,” I muttered, my throat tight. Blade suddenly lunged forward, stabbing the knife into the darkness. The clang of metal hitting concrete rang out, but no scream followed. He pulled back, chest heaving.

The Blades were more feared than ever since their new generation of women were even brutal. “I believe the next generation would even be more ruthless,” Juliet observed and spoke. “Well, I think the ghosting technique is the best. With Doctor Sarah’s help, they should be able to have more multiple births and look even more identical. The Blades corporation is also expanding very fast, more hands would be needed,” Casper agreed and elaborated in his usual calm tone. “You always have it planned out,” Caddaric smiled in agreement. “And you have learned well,” Casper complimented him.