Shredder Vs Silver Samurai Novels & Stories

Sam didn’t fully transform, maintaining agility in the confined space; he remained in hybrid form, a mass of muscle and fury that crashed into the first invader with the sound of a collapse. Andreas, driven by a mental clarity that only combat adrenaline combined with residual sexual tension could provide, moved to the flank. When the second renegade tried to outflank Sam, Andreas didn’t hesitate. He drove the silver knife into the invader’s shoulder. The man’s cry was inhuman, a howl of pure agony as the sacred metal burned his supernatural tissue. "Now, Sam!" Andreas shouted.

The grass had been shredded away from all the fighting, running, and drills I had enforced on these shattered shifters. “I know you probably think I have been too harsh, too demanding. After all we are chasing down common criminals and thugs? What you don’t realise is that the people we are seeking do not play fair. They will have weapons. Silver-edged knives, possibly even landmines peppered with silver and booby-traps.” Though I had told them this several times already, some of the men’s eyes still looked to the ground at the thought of such danger. They hadn’t made the cut.

Pioneer Square saw three weeks' worth of mangled bodies, each one ripped apart with the brutal accuracy that only a wolf who had lost all humanity could possess. I clenched my fingers over my customized Glock's silver-core rounds. The conventional silver weapons, such as blessed swords, ancient artifacts, and ceremonial nonsense that were impressive but took too long to deploy, were preferred by the majority of hunters. I discovered the hard way that you need something that functions faster than pretty when you're up against a two-hundred-pound killing machine with superhuman power and speed.

"Secondly, I don't have time to play games with you." "Great!" Spider smirked, dodging the blades. "Bring it on, babes." Abruptly, Spider threw a shaken, special wheel blade. Within a blink of an eye, Shadow withdrew her katana, unsheathing it. Before the blade could touch her, she swiftly moved her weapon, changing the direction of the shaken. Lunging forward with full swing, Spider attacked with her katana. In a flash, the two katanas collided. Due to the force, both of the assassins stumbled back. Again both of them lunged forward with the same force, aiming for each other's neck.

The massive silver sword that craft with a long dragon wrapped its body along the handler appeared in the air and floated just next to his hand. His own battle began. He unsheathed his sword and the scabbard disappeared. “Let’s play to our hearts’ contains, yeah?” On the other hand, Samuel was elegantly and efficiently cutting down the necks of his enemies in complete contrast to Ryuzaki's expectation. The werebears, werelions, and soldiers running into him didn’t even have a chance to scream before their breaths were cut short. SLICE! When Samuel’s dancing with his sword, another enemy lost their heads at the speed of lightning.

I don't wait for his reply or my father's protest, and move with speed to the direction the man disappeared to. Reaching what looks like the training field, I can't smell him. He can mask his scent too? He uses his luck by attacking me from behind but I feel him before his sword could touch me. True to Athena's words, he has a double-edged silver sword. I stretch my hand and mine appears. It sound amazing but in this situation, I rather was a human. The difference between the two swords is the silver wolf printed on mine. Both swords are glowing, meaning we both have a 50% chance of survival.

When I reach him, he's groaning, writhing on the forest floor as if every position causes immense pain. And I can see why. The spell was laced with fucking silver pellets. His clothes are shredded, and dozens, if not hundreds, of tiny, silver are protruding from his arms, legs, stomach, shoulders, neck…everywhere. They're shaped so that they'll hurt worse coming out than going in, and gods, he is bleeding so much. His shifter healing won't work with the silver pellets embedded in him like this. The other Pack planned ahead. Even without weapons, they cheated and brought in silver to kill off any shifter they came up against.

Fuckers! I spat blood in the lower one's eyes, successfully blinding him, and took the opportunity to jersey him so he wouldn't be an issue while I dealt with his twin. Took a couple of blows with a right hook to finish the job, and a lot of dodging from Silver—who ruined the back of my suit, so there went trying to look professional at work—but I came back to finish Thing One in due time. Which left Silver the last bigot standing. And, fuck me, he was fast!

But I didn't expect one of them to punch Jeremy in the face and the other to stab him with a silver dagger. Silver is poison to our kind. If the silver isn't removed from our body, the victim can die within minutes or seconds. We're just humans when silver doesn't penetrate. I screamed at the attack. I saw Jeremy writhing in pain and falling to his knees. Drops of blood fell, and I heard his insults towards the thugs. "Dana, run!" Jeremy told me.