Crimson Blade

Crimson Blade

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Genre: War and Military

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Status: In Progress

Genre: War and Military

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In the year 3456, planet earth. Kalverya nindo, lives a life of a struggling assassin, dealing with jobs that no ordinary woman would dare take on. but that's the catch. Kalverya is no ordinary woman. with above average reflexes, stamina, strength and speed. she's the most inhuman human there is in this world. When Kalverya Nindo heads to another planet with the alluringly sexy Dante. She hardly expected to be of royal lineage, let alone one that ruled over those under the emerald hierarchy. With scaly armoured knights of energetic majic her world is turned upside down. Kalverya knows that there is a limit to her human form--her idol form but breaking from it may prove to be more than just another challenge. Stunned by the truth of her heritage. She learns the ways of the nefaliem - hybrids of angels and demons encased in dragon souls. during this she discovers the body of a young prince of another world, almost being killed by an ogre proves of the dangers she faces on a regular basis. like being an assassin wasn't bad enough.

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In the year 3456, planet earth. Kalverya nindo, lives a life of a struggling assassin, dealing with jobs that no ordinary woman would dare take on. but that's the catch. Kalverya is no ordinary woman. with above average reflexes, stamina, strength and speed. she's the most inhuman human there is in this world.

When Kalverya Nindo heads to another planet with the alluringly sexy Dante. She hardly expected to be of royal lineage, let alone one that ruled over those under the emerald hierarchy. With scaly armoured knights of energetic majic her world is turned upside down. Kalverya knows that there is a limit to her human form--her idol form but breaking from it may prove to be more than just another challenge.

Stunned by the truth of her heritage. She learns the ways of the nefaliem - hybrids of angels and demons encased in dragon souls. during this she discovers the body of a young prince of another world, almost being killed by an ogre proves of the dangers she faces on a regular basis. like being an assassin wasn't bad enough.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Prologue

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No one ever tells you how things will end. Instead, they just do. No one ever cared and when they did—they undoubtedly betrayed me. So rampaging throughout Earth was all that was left of me, as I had no memories, no family and from my perspective—no future.

If someone were to scream and beg for their life, I wouldn’t give a damn. However, if someone were to offer something that was greater value to me then maybe I’d reconsider . . . maybe. Depending on the person, that is.

Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be like those other women, without a care in the world for those around you. Instead, I always cared, I don’t know why or the reason—all I knew was something horrible had happened, and I was left to suffer agonisingly alone.

So I took my vengeance.

I did everything in my power to make others suffer because I could.

With the ability to walk through walls and above average super strength and speed. I was invincible. Taking what I wanted, not caring who was hurt but over time as I began to understand the darkness of this wretched planet Earth—I knew my time could be better spent elsewhere. So my enemies became my play things, monsters and demons became practice while those who thought, they could control me, learned the hard way, that I wasn’t someone who could be monitored.

At this point, in this exact moment, I watched as my target, stalked through a thick crowd of people, broad daylight was when I would strike, not at night—the night-time was when I dealt with those of Hell—the demons or monsters that claimed to know of me.

In the end, they ended up like my enemies, shredded away into nothing or stashed in body bags. I preferred the body bags. That way I could look upon those who did me wrong one last time, delving in the satisfaction of my accomplishment.

They were only humans—daunts. I’ve known for a while now that I’m not human—not like the other human women walking this earth. I’d often be a target because I was female but the scary part was . . . I relished in that. It was better for me, to have those monsters come to me than having me, go out of my way to hunt them down.

Miles Walker was an accountant clerk at Hilton Garden and my next target. He sauntered through the throng of New Yorkers as I kept my stealthy distance. In this past couple of weeks, I quickly learnt he had a schedule of holding coffee with a newspaper at a small café not too far from Times Square always at exactly eight o’clock.

Yellow taxis honked and howled down the curt clammy streets of New York, as personal hovercars sat in traffic waiting for the flow of motion. This made me wonder why anyone even bothered driving to work, in this period. In my eyes, they were wasting their fuel, then again, it was the year 3456, and I was certain their fuel was now eco-friendly. However, given the excessive heat now weighing down on us, I also knew that their effort to save the planet had been in vein, as a small percentage recycled and attempted to live waste-less lives while the others didn’t, resulting in thick photochemical smogs and extinct animals.

Miles continued on route for Hilton Garden Inn which was seven minutes away from Times Square. It was a hotel that has lasted for a good millennium. Heading south, I dodged everyone and anyone that I considered an obstacle.

While keeping my eyes on Miles.

He easily shifted through the thick busy crowds that swarmed the vibrant streets, across the road and over to Hilton Garden hotel. I followed after him as he moved through the dense throng with ease, watching him enter a Hilton Garden, I turned my heel and headed into a building that sat opposite the hotel.

It was the building that would give me the perfect vantage point I needed.

In spite of all this, fussing about, I knew nothing was going to be easy. I knew my next move would cause gossip on the morning news. As usual, I cared but became numb to each ridicule they flung around. I was the enemy—I was the monster. But unlike some, I was certain, and I wasn’t always like that. I knew I hated humans more than I hated outlanders and they were a problem.

I discreetly passed the lobby desk and headed for the fire stairs around the corner. Standing in my black mid-thigh length trench coat, I didn’t feel as though I stood out at all. Even as people spot me, I acted as ordinary as possible. Ultimately, I had no choice but to if I wanted my plan to succeed.

Hiking fluidly up the stairs, I made my way to the roof, keeping my leather gloved hands in my jacket pockets. I made my way to the top of the building pressing open the door, I dropped a brick that I had pinched from beside the door on the ground and shoved it between the door and its frame. Moving over to the edge of the building that displayed a clear view and layout of his office, which left him wide open to me.

My plan was set and ready to be put in motion.

These thoughts of fear continued tickling the back of my mind—hindering my movements. I was earnestly afraid of them that detested them. I knew that as long as I kept my guard up, I’d be safe, even though I may need to go on a high dosage of medication to numb my heart and mind. Something, I was certain would save me in the end.

As I did this, I desperately wanted to know the truth, as I didn’t want to play games anymore, even though I’ve lost sight of the light—I knew there was nothing else anyone could do to save me, as I would forever be a gift of the darkness that flooded through me. My plan I knew, was something that would play out very carefully and precisely.

I knew I wanted to understand what it was that was occurring in the traffics of the Underworld, better yet, I knew I needed to draw out a certain someone. Someone who has been trouble from the first day we met—his name was Altair Keyes.

My target was a small, simple man, but with his consistent dealings in the black-market, I was bound to run into him, so I knew it was best that I ended him before another assassin did. At least, I was going to be merciful and kill him without an interrogation as there was no real need as my questions have been answered.

I saw through the vast window to floor-ceiling glass as Miles moved fluidly to his desk. His movements were quick and precise; almost reminding me of a panther as he booted up his holographic computer.

I dug for my power and felt my hand within moments; I held a real silver crossbow inscribed in an ancient language. The power I use was the ability to summon weapons from my central core; it was something that made moving through Earthling security, child’s play. I smiled as I knew this would be easy as I aimed my giant crossbow, making sure my scope matched up with my target. Within a split second, I fired.

I saw a woman motion to enter Miles’s office, carrying digital documents on her holo-pad. She entered the room and the next thing I heard with my sharp ears, was the sound of her shrilling screams. I watched as his limbs dangled as he sat slumped over in his transparent chair. I de-summoned my giant silver crossbow and headed to the door. I proceeded down the stairs and escaped out a door on level seven, making sure to avoid all cameras.

The police I knew would no doubt be altered when once the woman managed to stop screaming. Quickly, I turned my black trench coat inside out, aware there will be more cameras further down I go. I hid behind a corner and felt my features heat, aware I looked completely different. I moved out of my hiding place and headed around the corner. My features were changing was only confirmed by my blond Caucasian appearance in the reflective glass as I sauntered over to the elevator and stood between two large security guards. Quitting the elevator, I exited the building with my completed objective at the forefront of my mind.


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