Babe Blades Novels & Stories

I head to my drawer and open the first cabinet. There they are, my babies, shining and ready for use. I run my fingers on the body of each and every single blade, wondering which of them would get rid of a man’s tongue quicker. I need a fast and clean cut. I don’t want him screaming too much before I get the job done. My right fingers scratch the right side of my head while I’m lost in thought. Perhaps I should use scissors? My silly phone picks that exact time to ring. I reach for it in my side pocket.

He removed his sword from its sheath, raising it up; as he pointed to where the decapitated head lay. “A Suramite soldier leaped up suddenly amongst the dead men near the entrance door to the palace. Oh! You wonder how it happened, for I am still in shock. It is a miraculous thing. Look at this...” Tactically, he swiveled the luminous sword in his hand. The rays of the sun reflected on it and dazzled their sight. How had Murai become as powerful as to kill a soldier, Jonah thought, wondering how things could change in minutes.

Warren raised his pistol blades again and slashed at the beast who batted his fist away. The bestial creature lunged forward to bite, a wing blocked the lethal jaws and Warren thrust forward with his blade again. The blade bit into the flesh of the creature rather easily and two more shots were expelled from the end of the pistol blade. The bebeast'sead rolled into the ditch, but the body remained on its feet.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”

“The only way to send them where they belong is with Ajax’s blade. The blade will retain their essence and they will only be released where they can do no more harm. Using the blade on everyone individually would have taken too long and allowed too much room for something to go wrong. This way is more...efficient.” “And how do we get them into the blade?” I ask, knowing the answer, but not really wanting to be right. Aggie’s eyes flick to mine for a second and the ‘how the fuck do you think you use a blade’ look on her face confirms my thought, then she looks back at Abernathy and the horn handled blade resting near his hip. “NO! Absolutely not. Are you fucking crazy woman?” Abe roars and tr

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

With a flick of my wrist, tendrils of bright white flames erupted from my form, wrapping around the demons and engulfing them in ethereal fire. A few made their through and Gabe was quick to dispose of them with his sword, slicing one clean in half before moving to the next one and chopping his head off. Startled gasps filled the air as the nuns watched in awe at the display of power before them. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw the blade Gabe held glow a deep blue as it sliced into the skin of the demons trying to attack us. “That sword…” Sister Agnes trailed off, eyeing Gabe and I with a mixture of fear and reverence in her gaze.

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.

I crossed my arms, frustrated with my long-time love. The air was damp and warm, causing my blue tank to stick to my back, not to mention the pool developing between my cleavage. Thankfully I remembered to put my hair in a ponytail. But my green camo pants, while great for carrying weapons and whatnot, had me wishing I wore shorts. Gabe wore jeans and a green tee shirt. The blades he started carrying when he became the leader of the chayot crossed behind his back. Those angelic weapons were invisible to humans, so only the supernaturals had to worry.