Zoro's Blades Novels & Stories

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

She didn’t say anything else and remained focused on the preparation. “Do you prefer those blades?” Zev asked after a while. He was watching her lining up the blades she chose. Zev would occasionally pick one for her and she’d just bob her head, completely submitting to his every word. “Don’t you like long blades? Hoe about a sword? You only picked those short and dull-looking ones,” he added while showing her a shining sword.

Quickly, the experienced warrior grounded himself and blocked his head with the blade of his sturdy scimitar. Prepared for this, Zen reloaded the air sniper rifle and charged them with his holy magic. The gun was heavier than daggers, and with his left hand injured, Zen took to shooting at close range while lying on the ground with the gun in front of him. If the high orc bodyguards were not dead, this strategy would not work. Thankfully, Urum killed them before Zen could.

This was the Seven Blades of Death Alex had earlier unlocked from the Dragon’s Bane of Thirty-Six! The Dragon Bone Sword was used mainly for defensive purposes, while the Seven Blades of Death was primarily used for offensive purposes. “Ahh—” “This, this…” Easton Zimmer and Viole Zimmer saw how Alex effortlessly killed a Grandmaster. More importantly, they didn’t even know how Alex killed him. Where did that enormous long sword come from? They couldn’t see it clearly at all. They were too shocked and overwhelmed even to say a word. Meanwhile, due to the medicine taking effect in Phoebe Larsen’s body, she became a completely different person.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

My stomach knotted. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely steady. Andre’s grin widened. “You’ll see.” He clapped his hands, and two warriors dragged out a crate from the armory. The sound of metal rattled inside. My chest tightened when I saw what they pulled free. Blades. Not training staff. Not wooden poles. Blades sharp enough to kill. Andre picked one up, running a finger along its edge before tossing it at my feet. The clang rang through the silence.

A low chuckle left me. “You’re in a nice mood,” Zuri said, making me remember she was in the room with me. I said nothing as I picked up the blade at the center of the table. It was the one I chose at the last conclave. I unsheathed it—it was sharp as ever. “Is it me or do I think they keep that blade sharp?” She said coming into my space. “It’s Domario, of course he keeps it sharp. The man enjoys stupid games.”

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.