Whirlwind Blade Novels & Stories

Chapter 18 Present Despite being embarrassed, I chuckle at AJ's reaction when the teacups begin to spin faster. She has her eyes closed and a big grin on her face. She raises both her fists to the air and lets go of the handlebars. "Whoop whoop!" she shouts at the top of her lungs, exhilarated. Life had to decide to give me another Aqueela. "Letting go of the handlebars...what a badass," I say aloud, amused. She's shouting louder than most of the kids on the ride are.

Her skill was called Serenity, but the weapons she used were unusual—they were embroidery needles. With a wave of the hand, she sent needles flying. The threads attached to the end of the needles weren’t ordinary. Silver in color and as fine as vellus hair, they were likely silk. After that, the orange wind blades reappeared. The tough silk was burned by the blades. Even the needles melted. Besides that, the blades seemed to be spiritual. After they destroyed the weapons, they headed out of the tunnel and targeted Claudia. Numerous wind blades dashed across the air, rattling against one another loudly. The bright flames slashed the sky open as if they could destroy everything in the world.

It was the violet light, climbing the rusted iron like a ghost. As the pulse reached the Aegis Ring, Alexander grabbed the lever again. This time, he didn't just pull; he allowed the resonance of the tower to flow through his arms. The violet light flared in his eyes, and with a scream of protest from the metal, the lever snapped into the "Open" position. The four-story blade groaned. Slowly, agonizingly, it began to turn. A massive gust of wind stagnant, dust-laden air was sucked into the intake. The drones, caught in the sudden atmospheric shift, struggled to maintain their altitude. Their sensors were blinded by the cloud of salt being cleared from the blades.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Lord Red Cloud suddenly stopped laughing and, in an unexpected move, threw three shining blades at Kiran, which caught him by surprise. "Kiran, be careful!" shouted the people from Dragonsland instinctively. Kiran didn’t move but watched the approaching spinning blades. These blades were shaped like five-pointed stars, each tip a curved, razor-sharp edge. The three blades attacked from different angles—one directly aimed at the forehead. This way, the person who was attacked would suffer attacks from three directions. Any hit from these blades would be fatal.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

They appear in chapter 44 that created a moment for Vlash and Riri in a cave. Hoowlere- A magical whistle made of wood that if it is blown it gives a soothing melody that when activated the one who embedded magic in it will be summoned by the one who blow the whistle. Given by Wei to Riri in chapter 20 then used by Riri in chapter 36 when they are captured.

Thunder clapped harder in the sky, and the whitish things multiplied. I watched in satisfaction as the duo started yelling in pain. The whirlwind is now spinning them badly, and I can see it starting to consume their souls. The agony screams grew louder with each passing moment, and for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. However, my moment of joy was cut short when I saw the whirlwind start disappearing. Not only that, the whitish substance has disappeared from their bodies as well.

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

We could not risk leaving them behind. Then she ran. The forest rushed past us in a blur of shadows and broken moonlight. Dry leaves cracked sharply beneath her paws while low branches scraped lightly against her fur. The wind had begun to howl more violently now, pushing cold gusts through the trees and rattling the tall pines above us. Moon's white fur shimmered faintly in the darkness as she moved with fluid speed between the trunks, her body gliding through the forest like a pale ghost slipping through the night.

N Y X A R A The wolf moves closer. At a pace that doesn’t ask permission. Just forward, like the distance between us was always meant to close and I’m only now catching up to that fact. I pull a blade free. Late. My fingers fumble the wrap for half a second before muscle memory snaps it into place. The sound feels too loud. Metal whispering in a forest that has gone quiet again.