Backhand Blade Build Novels & Stories

The blade was white but with red vein-like patterns running alongside the blade and there were several magic circles etched into the blade, each only a centimeter in diameter. The blade was still 5ft long; they kept the Red Fang as close to the original as possible only changing the blade and the hilt, even the sheath was still the body of the red dragon snake. Saxon was silent. He channeled his mana into the 3 energy cores, forming three separate imprints simultaneously. He then smoothly cut his thumb with the blade and dropped 3 drops of his blood on the cores and watched as they were absorbed and merged with his imprint. "The connection is so strong and seamless, the blade feels like but

Not only was the handle contoured, but it was wrapped with a fabric cord that conformed slightly to her grip. Unlike human blade designs, this didn’t have a large or prominent blade guard. Instead the handle tapered outwards and ended in a completely flat plane where it met the blade. The only guard that existed was perhaps a centimeter wide on all sides. This was definitely a weapon that required great skill to use defensively.

When I walk up to him, he hands it to me. It’s a bit heavier the the one I’ve been using. It’s got a blade on each end of the hilt, but overall it’s only about six inches longer. I take a moment to get a feel for it, stepping back and swinging it in my hand. It’s oddly well balanced for a twin blade. I don’t feel like I’m going to slice myself on one end, while pushing the other out. That’s probably a good thing since Rion doesn’t actually give me much instruction.

"So, I think I will start with the blades first. Maybe I can run at the big baddy with one of them and that will give me some time if I can injure him. Then I can assemble the hilt and put whatever techno stuff that goes in it from those two pedestals, then bring it all over and smash it together with the anvil. Does that seem like a plan enough to you?" Angandriel frowned. "Have you ever made a sword?" "Nope." "It shows." "If you're so smart, then you do it." "I can't-" "Can't interfere. I am well aware. So, we either go with my plan, or I distract him while you build the sword. Which one ends up with me dying?" He narrowed his eyes at me. "Right, so good luck!" I ran for the first pedestal

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

“I prefer a double bladed sward.” “I know. Vincent told me. That is why I bought you this.” Ethan grabbed a box that I didn’t realize was even there. Pulling out the most beautiful set of blades I had ever seen. They each had a tri-angled blade with three prongs at the base. Once twisted together, they made up one long double-bladed sward. Each handle was custom to fit my smaller hand, but he had it engraved. “Luna Grace…” Etched into the blades in delicate script, I was blown away.

"Playing at being something you're not." "Maybe," I said. His hand came from behind his back. Fast. A curved blade... short and hooked, the kind designed for close quarters, the kind that went for throats. He came at me with everything. All his weight and six years of violence behind it. The blade aimed straight for my neck. I couldn't dodge cleanly. The tube. The ribs. Twisting would collapse everything Aris had spent three days holding together. So I didn't dodge. I stepped into him.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.