Zoro's Blades Novels & Stories

He whirled, instantly shifting into a fighting stance, but one of the attackers had already drawn a weapon—a short blade that gleamed with an unnatural blue light. Silver-infused steel. Everything seemed to slow down. I saw the blade arcing toward Leo's back as he grappled with the first attacker. I saw Enzo's eyes flutter open, confusion and fear crossing his battered face. I saw my own hand reaching out uselessly, too far away to help.

“You’re going to get yourself killed!” Upon saying that, he was planning on starting his attack on Zayn. Two sharp blades appeared in his hands almost instantaneously. Moreover, these blades were serrated so a gentle slice would be enough to cut through the skin. They were extremely evil, ferocious weapons. However, he was stopped by Nimbus just as he was about to make a move. Nimbus said softly, “Don’t act rashly. Let the underlings test his capabilities.” Simoon said, “Nimbus is right. We should tire him out first.”

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

Blade’s POV I woke up groaning in pain as the first thing I felt was a twinge in the lower part of my back. Then the next bundle of pain came right after from my forehead and when I reached out to it, I felt a bandage around my head. The door opened and although my sight was quite blurry, I could still make out the image of Camila. She had a good scent and was in a different outfit which was a good sign that things were getting better.

The fire had been ignited and there was no turning back. “We met again,” he spoke. Amidst the dark skies with only the shine of the lone moon, there spark two of the sharpest blades throughout the entire weapons on the battlefield. The clash of rivals, of luna’s warrior and apollo’s defender. “Shall we now end our long-time dispute, Alfarro?” proudly asked the other man wearing the golden sun crest on his chest. The emblem of Pinansey-angan. “I would gladly hear it from you, Contejo.”

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze as the metallic glint of the creature’s claws sliced toward Alpha Rowan’s heart. Time slowed, the horror on Silas’s face was etched in the flickering light, and the elders’ gasps hung suspended in the air. But before the bladed claws could find their mark, a blur of movement, so fast it was almost invisible to the naked eye intervened. Zoran didn't use a weapon or spell, he simply became a force of nature.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Silver light igniting along her skin. ○○○○○○ Zara’s P.O.V The battlefield erupted into chaos. Steel clashed. Flames roared. The air filled with the cries of warriors locked in brutal combat. My instincts sharpened as I seized a fallen blade, parrying an assassin’s strike. I moved with precision, my training guiding every motion. One attacker lunged. I pivoted, disarmed him, and drove my blade into his chest. He fell. Another came from behind but a surge of radiant energy burst from my palms, hurling him across the courtyard.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

But I was wrong; he has two small blades that are attached to his hands by a leather strap. He’s feinting left and right so fast that it’s hard for me to keep up. The soldier is clearly outmatched. With the flick of the wrist, Zarius' soldier throws his blade into the soldier's chest. The blade misses his heart and gives the soldier enough fury to slice opponents right arm.