Novel & Cerita Babe Blades

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.

Babe insisted. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” Blade insisted. “I may not remember any more of my life before today but apparently, I made choices and they weren’t always the best ones but I must have made them, just like they have said… and now I have to face them. If you fuck something up, you have to pay for your mistakes and baby… I’ve made some pretty big mistakes.” Babe sat still while listening and tilted her head. Then she leaned forward, taking him by surprise.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

And breeze blew off my already short hair, which I had earlier cut. I must win. I had to win. If I wanted to defeat Knight Lydia, I had to pass the hurdle. By defeating Elder Zu himself. “Come on!” Master Zu exclaimed, stretching his hands forward. I suddenly began running towards him, swaying my sword as I ran in the air. Instead of a sword, Master Zu took out a wooden stick. What was he doing? I stopped on my spot immediately. “You’re using that?” I asked. My face in a shocked expression at his piece of weapon.

He reasoned. "Are you saying that I'm dumb?! Because last time I checked your the dumbest one here!" She scowled and ran to her room furiously. "What's wrong with her? Ah, maybe it's her period time? Whatever that means I have to buy her tampons. Wait what does she prefers to wear, tampons or pads?" He asked to himself. "Maybe you should buy her pads, since you don't anything about periods." Nate said. "Of course I do, I mean Georgia and mom tortured me with those periods lessons, why do you think am I? I'm a superwoman." Blaze sneered.

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.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

It wasn’t fully embedded, but it was in far enough that I knew not to pull it out to keep the bleeding controlled. Her shaking hands were open on either side of her stomach as she stared at it as if she were about to ask the blade what it was doing there. Caleb hadn’t had time to sink it into her fully, but it had done enough damage to send Bailee into shock. “He stabbed me,” She whispered as she continued to stare down at her stomach. “He stabbed me.” The blade was only in about an inch, and I lifted my hand to stop the heavy weight of the handle from making it worse as it pulled the knife down.