Zoro's Blades Novels & Stories

They burst through the door at the top of the stairs with a fierce battle cry, clad in heavy armor, and wielding massive battle axes, silver swords, spears, and some warriors even completely transformed into their wolf form, but Zora resisted them, and he got back on his feet. Zora, a gigantic figure towering over the trooping warriors. He roared out loud to assert his dominance and instill fear into his surging opponents. He scrambled to grab an axe from Casandra’s stack of weapons, and with ease, he moved through the warriors with precision, skill, and ridiculous speed, taking down each warrior with deadly accuracy.

Aless added. "Alright, you guys will do this, if there is any war that will come up I want every strong warrior to fight off the rogues." Blaze agreed and nodded at Zach who should do a presentation about the rogues that they will have to know their weakness. "I, Zachary Jacobs, the beta will present you the weaknesses of our enemy." Zach said in a stern voice, Blaze choose his best friend to be his beta because he has the qualities to be one even though his cousin wanted so badly to be a beta he decided to be the Zeta which is the generals of their army.

“Awesome really awesome. Crimson blade is really great! You receive a great beat for a while ago and have wound everywhere, yet still have this strength left. But now, you were poisoned.” Zitrey replied monotonously, “Poison can’t kill me.” Slicer laughed, “Ah, I forgot you were a high ranker, just how great your body was. A perfect machine for those geezers indeed.” But in all honesty, Zitrey know her body was already on the limit, she needs to rush up things. She holds Slicer hands strongly and slowly move it towards his body. The point of the blade was facing towards him. Zitrey was planning to stab him with it.

With a guttural growl, he lunged towards Axe, his movements fueled by a surge of adrenaline. Time seemed to slow down once again as the knife gleamed in the pale moonlight, and Axe's senses heightened, his mind processing every detail in rapid succession. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat thundering through his veins, as his body prepared to face this new threat. Reacting with a lightning-fast reflex, Axe instinctively twisted his body to the side, narrowly evading Kaine's lethal strike. The knife sliced through the air, as it missed Axe's by an inch of his hair.

He shifted into his stance again. Another slash. WHOOOOOM! A second energy blade howled through the air, more powerful than the last. The winds howled in its wake, and even Zyler’s manic smile faltered for a split second. He gritted his teeth, raised both weapons, and slammed them down together, trying to disperse the slash. The impact sent tremors across the arena. Dust erupted again. When the light faded, Zyler stood firm—but this time, he had taken a single step back.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

However, the sword light developed as a result of my awakening the sword aura. "Right Swing!" "Left Swing!" "Vertical swing!" I slashed out three times, as though practising my own sword moves. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Together with the wind's gusts, the sword's aura tore through the atmosphere. The three sword auras also blasted Zarok's body one after the other, overlapping as they did so. They smashed Zarok's aura barrier first, then tore apart his protective relics, which were a treasure worth millions. Zarok's body ultimately split into two pieces. The two halves were then divided into four halves, which split into eight a second later.

Damon POV The first blade came from the left. I deflected it, slammed my shoulder into the attacker, and drove my knife up under his ribs. He dropped without a sound. More came—sprinting through the trees, shouting Axel’s name like it was a war cry. I met them head-on. Steel met flesh. Blood soaked into the dirt. I moved on instinct. Dodge, strike, kill. My breath was ragged, my arms heavy, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I carved a path forward through the chaos, eyes scanning the battlefield, listening for anything—anyone—that could tell me where Kalilah was.

He drove himself forward through the storm of force radiating from Liora, one step at a time, knees scraping bloody against the fractured stones. His fingers closed around the hilt of his sword again. “Liora!” he roared, voice raw. “Look at me. You know who I am.” For a heartbeat, the storm of her power slackened as the girl’s eyes shifted toward him. The chain eased just enough for Sera to draw in a broken breath. Then the Dominion surged back and the chain pulled tighter. Zayn staggered to his feet, blood running down the side of his face. He had one dagger left. It was black-bladed, etched with runes that pulsed like dying embers.

Each stab avoided my critical organs. I begged him to let me go, but he said, "Didn't you say you would always be with me, my darling?" I tried to flee when he went to the bathroom, but he caught me. He forced me to the balcony while brandishing his knife; I left a vivid trail of blood from the living room to the balcony. Underneath the moonlight, he stared at my right hand like a starved beast. Ultimately, he swung the blade at me, stabbing me in the heart. Then, he shoved me off the balcony of our apartment, which was on the 20th floor.