Zangetsu Novels & Stories

Marcus moved with a fluid, defensive rhythm, his submachine gun keeping the secondary rank of the garrison pinned behind the stone lanterns of the courtyard. Ren Tanaka fought beside them, his short curved sword a blur of gold light that clashed against the iron naginatas with a constant, rhythmic static. He was bleeding from a shallow cut on his left cheek, his nylon bomber jacket torn to shreds, but his gold Alpha eyes were wild with the manic joy of a rebel who had finally found a cause worth dying for. He parried a vertical strike from a Kurogane captain, his steel blade sliding along the iron shaft before he pivoted and drove his point through the captain’s throat armor, the man collaps

'He must be scared silly.' Kendrick walked up to Andro. "Now it's your turn!" While saying that, he threw a punch. At the same time, his fist glowed fiery red. He was a fire-element 1-star Martial Artist. Andro merely stared at the fist without dodging. Right before it reached him, he also threw a punch. Boom! A loud boom echoed. Kendrick, who looked smug a moment ago, suddenly let out a scream. His body flew backward and crashed onto the ground with a thud.

Listen carefully! 1. Sakabato ( Rurouni Kenshin ) Sakabato aka the Reverse Eyes Sword is the last sword forged directly by the famous swordsman, Arai Shakku. Unlike the swords that he had created before, designed as tools to take life, Sakabato has a design that deviates from the existing standard. This sword has a sharp part located on the back of the sword so it would not be suitable to be called a killer sword. Instead, Sakabato was asked to be a sacred heirloom to honor the peace brought by the Meiji Era.

Too bad he wasn't taught like I was. Always carry a second knife. It's always handy. His hands flew to the knife holding it tightly as blood spatter from his mouth. He was on his knees before I could get to him. Getting to him, I pulled the knife he was carrying from his pants pocket and stabbed his neck with. He fell to the ground. They always have second plans when they tell you to man up. Holding my knife in his chest, I twisted it, eliciting a croaked cry from him before pulling it out.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

Like a snake, Zen’s right hand who was holding his dagger coursed through the air at incredible a speed as it made its way towards the neck of the opponent. Clank! A spark was produce when two blades crashes with one another, immediately Zen twisted his body and tried to hack the heretic with the blessed sword. “Tsk.” the man click his tongue. “That’s some nasty dagger you have their young man, better not cut yourself.” as he swing his greatsword around to rub off Zen and give him space for himself. Without a choice, Zen was force backward. With scythe on my hand, I twirled weapon around before swinging trying to swing it. I was trying to get a good grip on it. After playing around for a sec

Who was this man standing in front of her? Her eyes were bright cobalt blue, a striking point of resemblance between her and her son. Her long blonde hair was let down to spread apart and play on her shoulders. On both sides of her cheeks were smile marks that told a person she was a guru at smiling. They had now begun to look like wrinkles, but she had managed to hide them well under powder. Her hands were slim and skinny, but with strong bones that could do heavy duty work pretty well.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

He is already gearing up with his bow behind his back of his body. Asher lifts up his eyebrow a bit. "What do you want?" Zayne throws a black katana which is Athena's favourite weapon. "Take this with you," Catch the katana, he looks on the black cover. It was carved with a unique design on it and it also had a red scarf tied on the handle. This katana is also a bit heavier than Athena used to use before. "This is her favourite katana. This metal is made of the finest quality. She really loves this katana. Do give her this if she can fight along with you." Zayne says before he leaves him and wants to go back to his room.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."