Seirei No Blade Dance Novels & Stories

It's a lot different when you're in the shit. My blade started to glow blue. I was preparing for a [Raiden's Finger]. I lifted my sword into the air forming a large blue electric blade. I was going to cut down Syllia when a dwarf appeared in front of her. He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

Damon POV The first blade came from the left. I deflected it, slammed my shoulder into the attacker, and drove my knife up under his ribs. He dropped without a sound. More came—sprinting through the trees, shouting Axel’s name like it was a war cry. I met them head-on. Steel met flesh. Blood soaked into the dirt. I moved on instinct. Dodge, strike, kill. My breath was ragged, my arms heavy, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I carved a path forward through the chaos, eyes scanning the battlefield, listening for anything—anyone—that could tell me where Kalilah was.

The strings followed next, adding soft, haunting notes. With each beat, the magic around Althea pulsed stronger. The wind blades swirled faster, the water blade glimmered like liquid moonlight, and the flame blade curved through the air like a living ribbon. The ice blade left faint trails of frost that shimmered briefly before vanishing. She moved with perfect control, her expression serene, completely lost in the flow of it. Every motion was fluid, yet carried a strength that made even the most seasoned warriors stare in awe.

I surged forward, my movements fluid, faster than I thought possible, the fire blades singing through the air. Our blades clashed—not metal to metal, but fire to steel. Sparks erupted around us, a shower of molten gold and silver, illuminating our movements. Our dance was fast, furious, violent, a dizzying blur of offense and defense. He pushed me hard, his movements precise, calculated, but I held my ground, meeting his every thrust, every parry, my own movements sharper, more instinctive than the last. The fire blades pulsed with every deflection, every blow.

“The pain you’ll feel... it will be unlike anything you’ve known.” I swallowed hard, tasting the dryness of fear, but nodded. Without another word, she produced a small steel blade— shining and razor-thin. My breath hitched as she moved closer, and I instinctively clenched my fists at my sides. The Seer grabbed my arm, her fingers cold as ice against my skin, and pressed the tip of the blade into the palm of my hand. A sharp, stinging burn tore through me as she carved a strange, intricate symbol. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, but I didn’t pull away.

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.

BLADE RAGE INTRODUCTORY ARC 16. The Prince & The Elites II: The Blade Rage Step Up Bill feels a throbbing in his right hand, "You can not ignore me this time. Use my power and in exchange feed me this human's blood." Bill watches Sebastian swing his sword at him. "Just take a little bit of my power human!" Bill ignores the beckoning of his cursed sword, Ritual Warblade. "If you don't take it… I'll give it to you!"

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish