Zoro's Blades Novels & Stories

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.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

Disintegrate. The warrior struggles up. Wounds closing where her light touched him. Skin knitting together. He rejoins the fight. She turns. Already moving to the next. A beacon of silver fire cutting through corruption. Unstoppable. Deadly. On our left flank—Zora. Her jaws ripping. Claws tearing. A blur of violence. Three kills in seconds. Throat. Spine. Skull. Her rogues following. Coordinated. Experienced. One of my warriors goes down. Overwhelmed. Four rogues on him.

“It has to be silver!” “Noted,” Zero bit out, firing again. This time, the creature flinched, a sizzling sound erupting from the wound. “Seems they don’t like it up close either!” He was already moving, a blur of motion as he drew a blade from his vest—a blade I now saw was etched with faint, glowing runes. The world erupted into chaos.

Alexander had a tough grip that John could not pull back from, even if he tried. The blade of Zoro's sword was pinched easily between Alexander's fingers. Alexander lightly flicked his wrists in both hands. Crack! Clang! John's right wrist and Zoro's sword let out a loud crack at the same time. John's wrist was crushed on the spot. Bones pierced through his flesh and protruded out of his skin. Zoro's right hand was equally terrible. His wrist had been twisted and crushed as well. It was an explosion of blood and flesh.

Gonzalo countered, a feral, twin-to-twin grin mirroring my own. We moved as one. I was the hammer, driving Enzo back with heavy, bone-crushing swings of my blade, while Gonzalo was the needle, darting into his guard with surgical precision. Enzo swiped with his own tainted steel, his eyes wide and wild, desperate to find an opening, but there was no space for him to breathe.

In the ground where he had previously stood on was a massive pit and large expanses of trees around him had fallen. It was the work of Zuoqiu Yang and his ferrotungsten spear. The blade of the spear was lit up with dark radiance. Evidently, it was no ordinary weapon. Su Zimu waved his folding fan and speedily cried, "Heavenly Thirteen Swords!"

Chapter 39: The Edge of Hope The castle was a place of silence now, a silence that felt heavier than any battle, more suffocating than any chaos that had once stormed through its halls. The sounds of war had faded, replaced by the steady drip of blood, the low hum of magic, and the frantic whispers of those who had witnessed Zorana's near destruction. Caden was unconscious.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

I myself got to my wings ready to fight him, throwing his sword in defense Zaro flipped back and grabbed one of the King’s swords as a shield with an X. They slam into each other, using all their physical strength to see who would fall first. Zaro scuffed from The Beast that’s in front of him and with one sweep of black just taking us to the ground. An aching sound came from the hit, and I partially opened my eyes to see a blur. A tingle came from the back of my head when it touched my hand, and I felt blood drip into my hand. Dizziness came and everything was gone. Hades