Tau Fusion Blade Novels & Stories

her tail in excitement. No. How are they here? It's broad daylight now so I can take a good look at them. I haven't seen them before, just heard stories and just seeing them I can tell them apart.Tyler is the one who smells like cinnamon has piercing blue eyes with brunette hair that falls down to his shoulders, his face is blank as no expression passes through. Ryler smells like wood mixed with whiskey, his eyes are dark green, his hair also brunette but shorter than the other. They are so tall that I have to crane my neck to look at them, their muscles ripping through the shirt they are putting on. “Cat got your tongue, little mouse.” the one with blue eyes growls, his voice so hard that

The hellblade flashed once, a clean arc of red light. Taurus froze. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then his massive form collapsed forward, the glow fading from his eyes as the ground swallowed the weight of him. Silence fell. The fog thinned. Pelin stood there for a second, breathing hard, the sword trembling in her hands. Then she turned to me. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Don’t scare me like that.” She crossed the distance in three steps and smacked my arm hard.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

“Fine. Let’s tango.” I run into it in high speed, and it converges three blades at once, meaning to skewer me. I grab one tentacle and skewer a second one with the first, and then I rip into the last one with my claw. Immediately, all three start growing back, faster than a normal wolf cut. “Well shit.” I say. “Alpha!” Tate and others run forward. “Stand back!” I order. Better end this now.

of the Tuning Forks was instantly neutralized, the energy grounded through the salt-mist and the Blade’s obsidian core. ​The Apostles stumbled, their fiber-optic robes short-circuiting in a shower of violet sparks. ​Kael didn't stop. He sprinted past them, reaching the main drive-shaft. It was a pillar of solid steel, three feet thick, spinning with enough force to grind a mountain to dust. ​"This is going to hurt," Kael muttered. ​He raised the Hush-Blade and brought it down on the spinning steel.

he said, offering the bundle to the large being. With a low grunt, the Minotaur sheathed his own large blade and took the bundle in his own massive hands. Still eyeing Andric suspiciously, he slowly unwrapped it. The blade glinted in the firelight as it was uncovered, and the Minotaur took great interest in it. He lifted it by the hilt and held it up to examine it. There were deep grumbles from the others. “By the bones of Taural,” the Captain muttered, “can it be?” He turned it in the light, looking closely at every detail. There were runes engraved on the blade that were distinctly those of the Shujaar, as well as an inlaid gold silhouette in the shape of a bull’s head on the hilt. The Min

And it will be impossible for them to destroy the true enemy - the Beast! John inspected his blades and stroked them, especially admiring the sterling silver engraving that showed up as soon as he held them in his hands. The Blades recognized their Master, their Creator. The engraving on one of the blades read: "Ta - revo" - "I am death." And on the other: "Ve'ol, E'khor!" - "Fear, Beast!" "My blades," Black whispered, still holding his blades in his hands. - How, it turns out, I missed you!

He popped up inside the brute's guard and drove the phased gear-axe squarely into the side of the Sun-Guard's golden helmet. The Phase-Blade didn't care about armor density or kinetic shielding. It bypassed the physical matter entirely. The axe cleaved cleanly through the helmet and the cybernetics beneath it. The brute short-circuited instantly, dropping like a felled redwood. "The phase-tech works!" Tank hollered, wading into the fray with his heavy trike, swinging a massive logging chain that Leo had coated in Origin-Code. The glowing blue chain wrapped around the legs of another Sun-Guard, slicing cleanly through the servo-motors and bringing the giant crashing to its knees.

The remainder of the roster forms a silent perimeter behind us. “State the requirement, gorgeous,” he responds. “Are you carrying your tactical blade?” “Perpetually.” He extracts the steel from his uniform, flipping the blade open with a metallic click. “Do you want to mark his skin before the launch?” I shake my head. “Strip the athletic shirt from his torso.”