Scud Blade Novels & Stories

“I have no choice,not everyone is overpriviledged like you” She answered, launching an attack. Scar stood steady watching her. know your enemy. watch their movement. She repeated, centered her self stance relaxed,feets slightly parted in balanced posture. She dodged effectively,just defending,the crowd roared wanting blood. Scar waited for an opening she launched an upper cut, catching her opponent on her jaw, sealing it with a kick on her neck. She was knocked out flat falling flat on the floor,the cheers was thunderous. “Scar,scar,scar,scar”

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

By the time the sharp wind brushed past my cheek, my hand had already risen, two fingers closing around the blade before it could pass. The dagger stilled instantly. Cold metal rested between my fingers, its faint vibration betraying the force behind the throw. I studied it briefly, noting its balance, its weight, the precision of its edge. It was well-crafted. Clean enough to open a throat without resistance. So this was how they chose to begin. I did not turn. Instead, I let my awareness expand, reaching into the stillness of the room, following the disturbances in the air rather than the silence itself.

My blades are perfectly fine, Grim muttered, holding his leather pouch close to his chest like a child. They are garbage, Valerie snapped, reaching into her own tattered sleeve. She pulled out the surgical steel scalpel she had smuggled from the outer slum clinic. The silver metal glinted purely under the harsh overhead bulbs of the compound. I have my own. I need a hollow tube. A pen, a plastic casing, anything clean and rigid. Here, a large biker threw a hard plastic pen casing onto the metal tray next to her. I washed it in whiskey about an hour ago.

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

The way her fingers rested against her lap, twitching slightly every time the car hit a bump. He wanted to tell her to sleep. She wouldn’t. Spade sat in the passenger seat with a gun balanced across his knees. Blade was in the back, his tablet on his lap, the light from the screen washing his face in blue. “Almost there,” Blade murmured. “Thermal scans are clear. No movement outside the perimeter. Maybe we shouldn't have brought Back up” “Doesn’t mean no one’s there,” Spade said. Jaylen nodded silently. He didn’t trust clean readings. Clean meant someone wanted it that way. He had learned his lesson.

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

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

He couldn’t let that happen. “Dual blades: Singular Thrusts: Hundre–“ Quinn caught the blade in his hand, just before the attack was unleashed. His copy frowned. “I was sure I knocked you out with that one.”, He said, jumping away. Quinn’s eyes were still closed when he stood back up, and the copy wasted no time in attacking him. “Try dodging this!” he said, as a hundred after images attacked him at once, each performing Multiple Singular Thrusts. Quinn opened his eyes, an a wave of energy exploded from him. The afterimages disappeared and Quinn reached out into empty space, bringing out a scythe.