Lightning Blade Hand Signs Novels & Stories

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.

Yet, seeing the man's grin, so broad it seemed on the verge of tears, a sudden thought struck Lance—could this be…… He clenched his fist, raised it high above his head, and repeated the motion three times. This was the signature gesture of the werewolf warriors from Alpha Bentley's legion. Before every battle, the warriors of Alpha Bentley's legion would perform this gesture, followed by three thunderous chants of "Victory!" The ten individuals, upon witnessing this, were moved to tears and mirrored the gesture, raising their fists high three times as well. They nearly burst into chants of "Victory!" but restrained themselves at the last moment. Lance felt a surge of warmth and his heart qui

He then walked over to us with a golden chalice and a knife in his hand and he slashed his palm then put it over the goblet so it would drip into it and handed the knife to Greg who did the same without hesitation. “Do you promise to be loyal and do your best to protect this pack?” Logan asked and Greg nodded. “I do.” They sealed their cut palms together and it was done. Greg stepped to the side and I moved forward so I was standing just in front of Logan. He handed me the knife and I slid it across my palm ignoring the slight sting and repeated the same words. When our hand connected I felt a huge rush of sparks that it was a conscious effort to stay standing but almost as soon as he touche

I shout as I run around QuickShot and toward Lightning Storm. Jumping once I’m close enough, I slam my sword down. However, Lightning Storm jumps back and I miss, my sword hitting the floor. As he lands, Storm brings up his arm. I watch as lights move from his body to his arm. The lights gather in one spot before shooting out. It hits and knocks me back. QuickShot: Watching as SpeedBlade hits the floor, JumpStart and I try our hardest to dodge the barrages of lightning bolts shooting out from Lightning Storm. Ms. Justice on the other hand drops to her knee and raises her shield.

The crowd watched on, waiting for the smoke to clear. Luther paused his attack, waiting for the next one from his brother. Just as the smoke slowly resided, Han jumped out, angrily shouting as he slowly built up a blue string of a lightning ball. Before Luther could react, Han quickly fired his attack at him. Luther was sent back several feet, but he stood his ground, still standing with both his hands crossed in front of him to form a shield.

It is a feeling: sunlight after rain, a shared root full of sugar, a child’s hand. Grow together, they say. I open my eyes. My throat is tight. “We sign,” I say. Lyana holds out the clipboard like it is a sacred object. Hayes actually laughs, then signs the lichen with a fingertip where Sky shows him. His signature glows green for a second, then settles. I sign next. Draven after me, then Wrath, Caiden, Sky, Creek, Rowan, Eli with Jonah’s hand over his, Silas with a hand that shakes only a little.

, a hundred blades suddenly elongated into three foot lengths of blue light. “Light sabers!” Jasmine gasped, her eyes enormous. Jayems’ eyes flicked to her briefly. “Energy blades. Blue Death.” He returned his attention to the fray. Faced with a solid wall of lightning, the riders sheered off, shouting blood curdling war cries as they tossed glowing white balls into the mass of soldiers. Unless struck from the air with a sword, dazzling white light exploded where they hit, coating the soldiers with glowing powder. Only one grenade struck, and those soldiers immediately removed from the field.

“Hmph. Child’s play. Is this supposed to impress me?” Another streak tore across the sky, this time toward the fleeing citizens. Liana Stonefist leapt high, her fists glowing with an iron hue. With a single punch, she smashed into the lightning itself, shattering it with raw physical strength. Sparks scattered harmlessly, sizzling out against the ground. “Stay calm!” she roared to the crowd, her voice carrying authority. Beside him, Gareth Swordbane unsheathed his ancient runed blade and cleaved a descending lightning bolt in half with one effortless strike, his blade singing with raw destructive resonance.

"Do you Alec Taylor pledge to fulfill all your duties and uphold the honor of the blue moon pack?" "Yes I do." "You're both to slit your palms and hold hands." She handed the knife to me, I did as so without any hesitation wincing when the knife pierce through my palm. I sucked in the pain an Alpha must never show his weakness, I handed the knife to him and he did the same, we held hands and I felt electricity run through me, I shivered slightly, I felt a rush of emotions but they weren't mine, uncertainly, anxiousness....I looked at him and saw he was avoiding eye contact.

Or was it because of my determination? Inhale, exhale… The Blue Moon touched my skin with its cold light. It was time to summon the Goddess. I slowly lifted my hands, raising my open palms to the sky. At the command in my mind, all the candles lit up at once. With another silent command, the knife flew from the ground and landed in my hand. I grabbed it and made a deep cut across my palm. With thick drops of my blood, I drew ancient symbols—the summoning.