Whirlwind Blade の小説・ストーリー

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Lord Red Cloud suddenly stopped laughing and, in an unexpected move, threw three shining blades at Kiran, which caught him by surprise. "Kiran, be careful!" shouted the people from Dragonsland instinctively. Kiran didn’t move but watched the approaching spinning blades. These blades were shaped like five-pointed stars, each tip a curved, razor-sharp edge. The three blades attacked from different angles—one directly aimed at the forehead. This way, the person who was attacked would suffer attacks from three directions. Any hit from these blades would be fatal.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

They appear in chapter 44 that created a moment for Vlash and Riri in a cave. Hoowlere- A magical whistle made of wood that if it is blown it gives a soothing melody that when activated the one who embedded magic in it will be summoned by the one who blow the whistle. Given by Wei to Riri in chapter 20 then used by Riri in chapter 36 when they are captured.

No one saw her because it was late in the night, and every one was inside because the weather was graciously very cold for one to withstand the coldness of the heavy breeze that was blowing outside. Somira kept drinking and before she knew it, she was almost done with the whole bottle of an alcoholic wine with seventy five percent of alcohol. And as she was guzzling the bottle of wine, she was being distracted by the past occurrences of hers. She began to remember some of her experiences with her ex, Milston. Everything seemed to her like they were so real, and happening live before her very before.

Thunder clapped harder in the sky, and the whitish things multiplied. I watched in satisfaction as the duo started yelling in pain. The whirlwind is now spinning them badly, and I can see it starting to consume their souls. The agony screams grew louder with each passing moment, and for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. However, my moment of joy was cut short when I saw the whirlwind start disappearing. Not only that, the whitish substance has disappeared from their bodies as well.

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

We could not risk leaving them behind. Then she ran. The forest rushed past us in a blur of shadows and broken moonlight. Dry leaves cracked sharply beneath her paws while low branches scraped lightly against her fur. The wind had begun to howl more violently now, pushing cold gusts through the trees and rattling the tall pines above us. Moon's white fur shimmered faintly in the darkness as she moved with fluid speed between the trunks, her body gliding through the forest like a pale ghost slipping through the night.

N Y X A R A The wolf moves closer. At a pace that doesn’t ask permission. Just forward, like the distance between us was always meant to close and I’m only now catching up to that fact. I pull a blade free. Late. My fingers fumble the wrap for half a second before muscle memory snaps it into place. The sound feels too loud. Metal whispering in a forest that has gone quiet again.