The Way Of The Blade Novels & Stories

The blade was the hidden rapier concealed within the ebony cane—Chloe’s most ingenious design. With the "Ghost" pinned and screaming, the elder Liam turned his gaze toward the Fat Man. His eyes were cold, sharp reflections of the blade he had just deployed. The Fat Man’s knees gave out instantly. He collapsed into a heap, his hands raised in surrender. "It’s not my fault! It’s not my fault! Kevin Blue made me do it! I didn't do anything!" The elder Liam didn't waste words. He stepped forward and delivered a kick so powerful it flipped the Fat Man over, leaving him groaning in a heap. A second strike ensured he wouldn't be moving for a long time.

For a moment, Huxley Ward got goosebumps. He even felt the blade in his hands quivering. “You… Who are you?” “Blade Maniac.” Zeppelin Wayne uttered those two words succinctly before striding towards Huxley. Hands raised. Swords swinging… Clang… There was no fancy flourish when the Reversal Blade came down without the slightest delay. It wasn’t quick. But it was oppressive. ‘Ah…’ Under the extreme duress, Huxley could not help but cry out in his head.

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha

The moment he changed direction, the blade bit into flesh—his long knife had cleaved the suicide soldier's head clean off. She had predicted the direction of his blade. Impossible! This couldn't be real! His technique, Phantom Blade, was a series of deceptive moves with over a dozen variations. It was a martial arts masterpiece. In Westhaven, no one had ever escaped its reach. Obviously, no one had ever predicted the direction of his blade either.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

Blade declared, her voice laced with menace, "Do not speak to me as if we are equals. I surpass both of you in every way, and if you ever disrespect me again, I will personally ensure that you pay dearly, perhaps by cutting off your tongues and serving them to you." With a menacing presence, Blade stood to her full height and began to walk away. However, she abruptly turned around, a sly smirk gracing her lips. "And yes, I did have sex with Alejandro. Do you want to know why?" She asked rhetorically, leaving Jessica and Dagger writhing in pain on the ground. "I had sex with Alejandro because he belongs to me," Blade declared with an air of ownership. "Alejandro is mine and mine alone. Don't

The deeper one ventured, the deadlier it became, with monstrous beasts lurking that could destroy even the strongest warriors. One misstep could mean certain death. "Perfect," the armored youth murmured. "Once he regains his strength, it'll be the perfect chance to test my new technique—Blood Wolf Blade." He licked his lips in anticipation. Blood Wolf Blade was a potent martial technique capable of conjuring the phantom of a blood wolf, unleashing devastatingly powerful attacks. It was regarded as one of the finest combat arts, and he was eager to test it on his unsuspecting prey.

Worst, it seemed that their numbers were infinite. Blade started moving. In a blink of an eye, the tides turned in their favor. He finally moved and killed our allies one by one. Sometimes he killed two or three at the same time. Blood covered his whole body. He is still in his human form. His eyes bore vengeance and lust for murder. He kills as though he was only dancing to the beat of the music. Truly, he is one powerful wolf. I glanced at our allies. I witnessed them die one by one.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

It was at this moment; a great wave of power came forth from Zephyr. A great tide rolled forth, with it, a serpent-like blade waved in an out, shimmering in the light. Before Wesley’s Claw could so much as touch Zephyr, it had been utterly destroyed by Zephyr’s Blade, cutting through it like a hot knife through butter. “Begone,” Zephyr said, watching the look on Wesley’s face change significantly. Wesley could only watch as a great Blade rained down upon him, like the release of a guillotine. Wesley was knocked to the ground; the pressure was too much. He tried to raise his arm to defend himself, alas, it was swiftly followed by his scream of terror and agony as the air was suddenly filled w