Babe Blades Novels & Stories

"I admit your hair is more beautiful than mine, Alyne." Someone came with a pair of scissors and handed it to Violet. "But you know... I don't like it when someone is better than me, in any way!" She smiled contentedly. Alyne swallowed hard, her head shook slowly when she saw Violet bring the scissors close to her hair. "Sis, I beg you, don't do that!" She was getting out of control. "Don't move too much! You want me to cut off your head?" Alyne shook her head. Violet violently pulled back Alyne's hair.

Blade slowly released my wrists and instead of attacking him again, I remained rather immobile as his chest continued to fall and rise slowly. God his eyes were enchanting. A slightly boyish smile appeared on his lips and a couple of seconds later his face was moving closer to mine and without thinking I moved closer to his. Our faces were literally an inch apart and he didn't seem to notice my lips were still quivering, at least I hope he didn't. His lips were unnaturally pink which was not registering well with me. How was it possible he had lips prettier than mine? Blade's eyebrows and lashes were better than ninety per cent of all the girls I know. How is that even possible? Like where d

The man who felt nothing when the blade fell. Or at least… That’s what everyone believed. Adrian lifted the sword slowly. The crowd quieted. The prisoner screamed. But Adrian’s mind drifted briefly to the memory of that throne room years ago. To the golden eyes of the king who had spared his life. And to the strange feeling he always had when he knew those eyes were watching him. Not fear. Never fear. Something else. Something he had never quite managed to name. The blade rose higher. The crowd held its breath.

Sophia got a call from Marco later, she was given a location to come pick her daughter up. She took a cab and hurried there, it was on a private beach and was surrounded by guards. Isabella sat with Luca and she had a bright smile as she ate cake and there were more snacks on the table “Bella” Sophia hurried towards her and hugged her. “Are you okay?” she scanned her and saw that she was perfectly well and even eating a cake. “Mother, your friend is so kind,” Bella said and Sophia frowned before glancing at Luca. “You wanted to learn how to swim right? Marco will take you” Luca said and she nodded happily.

Knock, knock! Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by Damon's voice from outside. "Mackay, Damon requests an audience." "Come in," Mackay replied. Damon came in carrying a box and cautiously handed it over. Mackay took the box, not showing much caution, and brute force opened the lid. When he saw what was inside, his eyes widened in shock. In the box was a short knife, with the hilt and blade divided equally. It was intricately engraved with jungle patterns, with lifelike monkeys hidden within the designs. Mackay immediately recognized it—the Golden Baboon Blade—lost by the former ruler of his small country.

I quickly stood up, muttering a brief apology to her, and faced Annabelle once more. “We can harm but not kill. How fascinating,” Annabelle remarked, producing her cherished twin blades. My eyes widened at the sight. I hadn't expected her to fight me with her blades. "Ready for your doom?" she taunted. She attacked me with her dual blades, forcing me to defend against them. Evading her kicks and blows with those blades proved challenging. As I attempted to parry her attacks, one of the blades grazed my hand, sending a shock of pain through my body. My focus on the pain left me vulnerable to another blade strike, which sliced through my dress and into my arm. I clutched my wounded arm, blood

Blade smiled mischievously and wiped the blood off of his nose. “As you can see, these ones are feisty. They got me real good before I brought them here. If not for the potion you gave me, I’d have a harder time taking them but I’m telling you buddy, they are better than the previous pets I brought before,” Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.”

Too clean. “Hello, little blade,” it purred. Heather swung. Fast. Steel met… not flesh. It met nothing. Her knife passed through the thing’s torso like she’d slashed smoke. Heather blinked. “Oh I hate that.” It tilted its head. “You smell like fresh blood,” it murmured. “She bled tonight.” Heather bared her teeth. “Say one more word about Baylee and I’ll find something with mass to cut out of you.”

The Blades were more feared than ever since their new generation of women were even brutal. “I believe the next generation would even be more ruthless,” Juliet observed and spoke. “Well, I think the ghosting technique is the best. With Doctor Sarah’s help, they should be able to have more multiple births and look even more identical. The Blades corporation is also expanding very fast, more hands would be needed,” Casper agreed and elaborated in his usual calm tone. “You always have it planned out,” Caddaric smiled in agreement. “And you have learned well,” Casper complimented him.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.