Tau Fusion Blade Novels & Stories

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

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.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

Sebastian ordered. As Jack and the surviving mechs concentrated a blinding storm of plasma at the upper mass of the Titan, Sebastian and Harper shot straight up its colossal torso. The liquid nanolaminate of their armor flowed and shifted. From their right arms, massive, fifty-foot-long high-frequency plasma blades ignited, burning with a blinding cyan intensity. Now! Sebastian's thought echoed in Harper's mind. They struck simultaneously. The two Vanguard mechs plunged their blades deep into the seam of the Titan's massive central breastplate. The heat was so intense it instantly cauterized the wound, preventing the acidic purple blood from spraying out.

Haakon lowered the blade Shaky, pointing, lawn. Ragnar saw that the weapon looked strange and complex. A serrated blade was used for the edge, and the blade itself appeared to have a complex mechanism. "Well, dear." said the sergeants. It may be used. You are armed and I am not.

“Kevlar threaded with obsidian and moonstone. It won't stop a direct silver bullet, but it’ll slow it down enough for your healing to keep up.” “I’ll take it.” I also picked out a military-grade semi-automatic rifle with a modified long barrel and a scope. “Standard ammunition,” I told him. “I’m hunting humans tonight.” “And that.” I pointed to a retractable silver sword on the wall. The blade gleamed wickedly, etched with pulsing runes. Viktor whistled. “The Nightfang blade. Enchanted silver—cuts through supernatural flesh like butter. Twelve thousand.” “Sold.” I walked out with a duffel bag full of gear. If Tulcero wanted a war, I’d give them one they’d never forget.

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

He crashed across the battlefield, carving a deep canyon through solid stone. Silence followed. Lucien slowly stood. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He touched it with trembling fingers. Then stared. He was bleeding. For the first time in thousands of years... He had been wounded. His crimson eyes lifted toward Kael and Rhydian. There was no anger in them now. Only disbelief. "Impossible..." The Creator finally rose from the throne. The heavens trembled. "The Twin Blades were never meant to destroy darkness." Kael frowned. "What are they meant to do?"

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

With a quick flourish of his hand, Telagus produced a green-handled, black-bladed sword that hissed slightly when it appeared in his grasp. ‘Rex, I must shield your companions before he…’ Fafnir started to growl at the same time Telagus dashed towards Lacey at an incredible speed, quickly flicking his wrist to slash across her torso, his action being stopped an inch from her skin by a purple shield, ‘That drew way too much energy to produce without more time to prepare,’ Fafnir growled.