Unlimited Blade Work Novels & Stories

“We'll talk about the Vores Morgen more in Noah's place; it won't be safe to discuss that here in the opponent's nest.” I gave a small nod of approval. “All right,” I said meekly. Blade slid his hand to his pants and turned back to leave. “Blade,” He stopped walking by my call, but he did not turn to face me. “I'm sorry…” He did not utter a word and kept walking away from me. *** “Vores Morgen has been a global success. Even my acquaintances in France are regular customers of theirs. Those vines are more popular and distributed in other countries compared here in Denmark. So we are not really familiar with their product.”

Blade's phone that was in his suit pocket rang for the 100th time already. "Won't you pick it up? Maybe it's about your work!" Ottiline suggested. "There is no need, It's just some unimportant people" Blade replied as they got into the car after saying a final goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa, to see them again soon. "But still, It could be important," Ottiline said again. "Fine." Blade connected the call just as it started ringing again. "What's the matter?" He replied coldly to the person from the other side.

After that, I bid farewell to Margaret. With my exceptional abilities and creative designs, I was recruited into an international game design company. "Not bad, Lethia. Mr. Fletcher will definitely have you represent us in the upcoming International Game Design Competition! Be sure to do us proud!" I nodded and smiled lightly at my executive director, who had offered me great encouragement. When I entered the competition venue, my hands were sweating, and I kept encouraging myself internally. Suddenly, a loud argument broke out in the distance. I looked over in confusion and felt a sudden shock rising in my chest.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

The speed of his swing also caused the previously wedged log on his axe to slip and ricochet off the pillar it hit behind. Ok, that might not be the best attempt, but now, Zen confirmed that ‘Bladeless’ worked on anything. In fact, the combo points did not appear to have a limit for the time being because Zen simply wasn’t skilled enough to test its limitations. For now, he looked over to the pile of firewood that required chopping. The axe might be dull, but it certainly was better at cutting wood than the wooden sword. Zen might be able to return the wooden sword to Ben without destroying it this time. His only concern was how long it would take for him to finish chopping all five hundred

“Good! Reverse-shield the Blazer! Max strength!” “Yes, sir!” Trey’s face showed worry and reluctance, but he faithfully followed the commands of his superior; even if those commands were problematic, it was not his place to question them. All power users had one very clear limit to their power – no multitasking. Soothers could only have one soothing field active at a time, Blazers could only control one connected area of fire at a time, and Shielders could only have one shield active at a time. Thus, as soon as a dome 5 meters (16 feet) in diameter surrounded the Blazer, the shield around Noah and Trey disappeared.

To avoid that, he'll do anything he can! "You're right. Chris will definitely get injured. I think that's a certainty. Only, his supporters just refuse to listen to anyone!" The viewing area's discussions were incredibly heated. In the isolated space, Chris and Blade were already at the final stage of their battle. The reason for that was Blade. At that moment, Blade already realized that, if he did not immediately use all his strength to injure Chris, he might not have the chance anymore in his whole life! Blade could not accept that he was still not able to injure Chris even after paying for all this power with his life. With that in mind, Blade started to go crazy.

My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.