Zabuza Blade Novels & Stories

(laughs) NORA: Nikki!!!! ZUBA: (stabbed Nora from behind) Goodbye now (turned the sword in her stomach and withdraw it) NICOLE: Nora! (Took a sword from the floor and beheaded Zuba, then caught Nora, mid-air as she knelt on the floor, tapping Nora's cheek lightly) Nora...no...no...no...please, stay with me. NORA: (smiles sadly) it's...it's...over Nicole..for...for me

Astrid had… also switched to a practice blade, which was sporting of her. “Rules?” Selene asked. “First blood or submission. Try not to die…it would make the political situation awkward.” “I’ll do my best.” Astrid moved first. Fast. So incredibly fast that Selene barely got her blade up in time to block. The impact rattled her bones, and she stumbled backward. “Sloppy,” Astrid commented, pressing her advantage.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

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.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

Luntian walked closer and closer until she was in front of the Mayari Tabbu once again. “Mayari Tabbu, with you I entrust this blade…” She said, “...a Black Blade that remains unknown to how its made.” She handed over the blade that’s covered with a thick wool. “The village Shaman from where Accashia was born kept it hidden. And she used this blade to try to remove the mark from where Accashia was bitten.”

the director general said and everyone shouts to support him. What? no, the Kuma blade. It is one of the dangerous blade ever that can kill any spiritual being in one struck and it's prominent. Lucas could not believe his eyes and ears as he saw the blade and see how the director general was hell bent on taking Alex down. What's the matter with this man? Lucas asks himself.

“Take it!“ She ordered and I stretched my hand to it, feeling the burning of the purple flame and I gritted my teeth together enduring the pain and burn as my palm met with its handle the flame stopped burning and I took it out, it was heavy really heavy but I managed to carry it up and the burn on my hand slowly healed up and the blade becomes easier to carry, no longer heavy beaming with purple flames at its sharp tips. “What is it called?“ I asked “This is the Gazemel Blade!“ “Now I have a mission for you!“ She said TBC…