The Blade Itself Character Art Novels & Stories

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

I screamed but kept concentrating and forcing the artifact’s vast power into the blade’s small space. The blade began to glow. Not normal light, but something more fundamental. The kind of light that existed before stars learned to burn. Then, suddenly, it was done. The artifact at my throat went dark. The blade in my hands blazed with concentrated creation-energy so intense I had to squint to look at it. I grabbed the blade and ran. Burst through the doors and raced toward the square where the Voidborn waited. Where Darius stood flickering. Where I had maybe four minutes to save him before this desperate gamble failed completely.

With that in mind, Blade started to go crazy. He let out an angry roar as he shot forward like an arrow, rushing at Chris once again. There was a crazed look in his eyes and he was determined to injure Chris at all costs! He shouted out, "Die!" The chakram in his hand sent out five slashes in a row. All of them emitted a chilling glint. The five slashes contained incredible killing intent. In a flash, they appeared in front of Chris. Chris let out a light laugh as he formed seals once again, causing starlight to surround his body.

Char and I took our seats beside Grayson, waiting for the proceedings -or whatever the fuck this is- to start. A small, slim brown haired man who looked like he was one wind from being blown away, walked farther into the room. He turned and pinned Char with his dark eyes. I took the opportunity to study his uniform. It was almost the same as I'd seen Blade wearing in the plane, albeit without the weapons or the symbols on it. The color schemes were the same though and it had the same shimmering air to it.

The girl expressed her desire for Doll to scream, but she refused to adhere to her whims, staring directly still. She showed no fear, as she sat with composition. "Go ahead! Even if I become blind, I will remember everyone and everything that I love clearly," she spoke in a loud voice. "I am not even scared. Who are you for me to be scared at?" The girl's maniacal face gradually turned angry with Doll's stalwart attitude. "I'm BladeGirl, you scrape!" She removed her hand that was squeezing Doll's face and picked something out from her back. Showing it, she swung a long blade out, and quickly slashes it down to her!

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

One weapon accomplished, imbue blade strength success. Tink! State blade release. Name : blade Strength : 10 "What a miracle." The leader didn't consult, he knows the conversation between elder 1 and Cleo Nie. Before Xiao Wan gives the blade, everyone already lines up to make a request. "I want a sword." "You rejected before." "You missed hearing." "Your blind indeed." "I want a knife." "I need a girlfriend." "Bro, you older enough." "This is blacksmith!" "Damn!" "What do you expect with the plan?" The leader sigh, prepare some excuse.

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.

He went towards the bag he had brought from his antiques shop. When he peeled the cloth away the blades flashed in the lamp light. Each crescent was compact, its curve catching the light in a way that made it seem almost hungry for motion. He set a blade into each of our hands. The metal was cool and the shape felt right against my palm. Mehmet watched each of us take the blade. He did not smile, but I could feel the appraisal in his gaze. He was old, that much was obvious, but his vitality hummed through him like wind behind sails. I thought again of his pajamas and the absurdity of his unassuming entrance.

Pux said with a deep…well, deep for a gnome…bow. "But how did this happen?" Renny kept staring, her body stiff. All around the condo, gnomes bounced on the furniture, swung from curtains, and were using the kitchen sink like a pool, high diving off the faucet. She was fighting the urge to get a flyswatter. "What makes me this Warrior's Blade thing now?" "Thing? The Warrior's Blade is not a thing. It is a person. It's you." She sighed, doing her best to keep her temper in check. "Why is it me?"