The Blade Itself Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Why was he still unable to hurt the arrogant Chris after using everything at his disposal?! Even if it was just a flesh wound, Blade would be happy. Yet, Chris remained unharmed in the end. He had not been able to touch Chris at all! Blade fell heavily on the floor as he slowly closed his eyes. Chris raised an eyebrow. The results had been obvious to him. Just like what he said earlier, even if Blade burned his blood essence, it was still nothing to him.

she whispered, fear threading her voice. “You survived it,” I said, gripping the handle of my knife, feeling the familiar weight like an extension of my arm. “And then you make sure it never comes back.” Blade gave me a nod, a silent agreement. His gaze flicked to the shadows. “It’s not human. Not really. But it can bleed. And when it bleeds…” His eyes glinted. “…we make it count.” From the corner of my eye, I caught movement. A black blur, almost imperceptible, circling behind the trees. My heart hammered. The figure was patient, letting us think we had a moment’s reprieve. But that was all it was—an illusion.

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

“Yes. Do it anyway.” He reached into his coat and produced a small, ceremonial blade. The handle was simple silver; the edge gleamed. “We don’t need a priest,” he said. “Or a pack elder. This is between us. And—” he nodded toward the statue “—whatever is listening, if anything.” He turned the blade and drew it lightly across his palm. Just enough to bead a line of red. He offered it to Rian, who took it with slightly shaking fingers and did the same.

The light washed over Julian, and Clara’s throat tightened in pure horror. The master architect of The Vanguard looked like a ruin. His face was a hollow mask of pale grey, his high cheekbones standing out sharply against skin that looked almost translucent under the beam. His dark hair was wild, plastered to his forehead by sweat and condensation. But it was his right arm that made her breath catch.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

I already had a notion of why she was here, but I wanted to wait to be sure. "Is it true? Is Blade back?" She bit her bottom lip as she waited for my response. "Yes. He’s gone back to his own pack." "So it’s true Alpha Fabian is dead." "Yes, he is." I let out a sigh. "Did Blade mention something about the mark? If he would remove it now? I know there’s probably a lot of things going on with him right now, but I was just wondering if removing the mark was part of his plan."

Reaching for his side, Ymir unsheathed another blade, and in the same instant the ones in his hands vanished. I backed away immediately after witnessing the change of blades. I didn't want to rush forward with an attack when I wasn't sure of what these new blades could do. It was safe to assume that each of them possessed unique abilities, someone like this couldn't possibly face the Lycan with ordinary blades. People like him were way too proud to even think of doing so. "These blades nullify healing of any sort, do not think you'll heal back after I cut you to pieces with these blades." He educated. It was a foolish thing to do, but I was pleased he had opened up.

Blade says, and I slowly withdraw from Nero’s arm. With sadness etched all over his features, Mr. Blade handed me a book, and it looked old, yet enact and well reserved. “Your mother... Skylar was my pride and joy... My only heir by her mother... a human... Elise. My mate was worried about which gene she was going to take, but I was a proud father... a proud leader even when Skylar turned out to be more human than a wolf...” Mr. Blade explained, causing me to smile when his grin reached his eyes.

This was going too far, and Alec was injured. The men were on their feet now. “Not yet,” Bruce said. Carter waved the weapon menacingly at Alec. He kicked the knife out of Carter’s hand and grabbed his arm. Taking the arm in both hands, Alec quickly bent it in half like a ruler. Lana had never heard Carter make such a sound. If she closed her eyes, she would have sworn it was a bear being attacked by a pack of coyotes. Alec held onto Carter as he started kneeing him in his abdomen.