Scud Blade Novels & Stories

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

I had a ceramic blade and a decade of repressed, agonizing fury. I lunged out of the alcove, driven by pure survival instinct. I didn't aim for his armored heart; I went for the vulnerable gap at the back of his knee. The razor-sharp ceramic blade slid through the tactical fabric like it was thin silk, severing the tendon. The man buckled with a choked gasp, his scream cut short as Luciano turned with predatory speed and finished him with a single point-blank shot.

The next time, he would be prepared for anything and the tribe might get dragged into an all out war. From what had been said here, the only thing Blade seemed to lack was the numbers. He had the will to kill, but he just lacked the numbers this club had to fight. She hoped that would keep him away, but she doubted it. The next time they came, she had a feeling this Hades’ Messengers MC would shoot first and ask questions like never.

He leaned closer and the blade tighter that it nearly reached my breath, “There is none left devoted to Abberant. Nothing left.” Making a rapid stroke, I clutched my hands onto this guy’s shoulder and flip him over me. He crashed onto the stack of armors but the blades didn’t spare me, leaving a long wound on my neck. As well as it is, five more cadets emerged from the shadows, and all of them were armed with sharp swords. And the aim is me. Damn! This is out of my expectation. They’re all under Vander’s command, they’re all traitors surrounding the entire camp! “Charge!”

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

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

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.

Blade knows that Kala would be furious if he finds out what his daughter said so Blade cannot say a word. "You are not answering my question, Blade," Kala said again. Blade gulped when Kala lifted his face, groping his cheeks and squeezing them rigorously. Kala looked at Blade sharply, his eyes were like spikes that can kill you in an instant, his eyes alone scares people not to talk about how his body is built. Kala is as hard as a rock.

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

Also, this genome script comes from a member of the world's most shady organization which made Creed want to avoid learning it even more. However, after facing an anomaly, he realized how foolish he was. Earlier, Creed had mistakenly believed that his newly acquired dual blade combat skill: 'Sword Orbit' but he moronically underestimated the Glitch. Price? Shattered confidence, coming closer to death than ever before, intrusive nightmares, and a sense of inadequacy and hurted like a kick in the crotch.