Beauty And The Blade Novels & Stories

My vision blurred. She arrived before dawn. Stepping from a fold in the air. No army. No speech. Just her. I stepped forward. "You came for my death," I said. "Let’s find out which of us deserves it." She unsheathed a blade made of mirrored glass. It reflected all my faces—every version I’d ever been. We fought. Steel clanged. Magic flared. Time buckled. She cut me. Deep. But I screamed a truth into the grove, and the grove answered.

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

Blade grunted scrunching in anger. "What a bitch she is!" He huffed out grinding his teeth making her chuckle. "Don't say that! First, listen." Blade whined looking away. He wanted to claw at the face of the moon goddess. "And the other choice was I can have my wolf and mate back but for that. I have to sacrifice my power of healing." Blade's head snapped to her. But she just healed him a while ago.

Everything tonight was heavier than it should be. I unwrapped it slowly, layer by painfully layer. Like peeling back skin. And then, I saw it. “A blade.” It wasn’t large, not ornate but wrong. The metal didn’t catch the light. It swallowed it. It was alive in a way steel should never be.

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.

"Be something that survives the blade." The magnetic seal locks. I sit in the dim light of the Faraday cage with my hand resting where his palm was, and the child's heartbeat still tuned to his frequency. The drugs are already losing ground—I can feel the silver threads pushing back against the amber weight in my veins. I reach into the bedpost and close my fingers around the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle begins to hum faintly, the silver light from my skin leaping onto the metal as though it recognizes it. He wants a weapon.

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.

+ Helia covered her mouth, finishing her big bite before swallowing, "Yeah." "Can I see it?" The woman typically didn't draw her sword just for anyone but she did for the curious fae, "It's an iron alloy so don't touch it." The long dark blade slid from its leather scabbard with a metallic hiss as the slayer held it across her palms for Twillow to see. Twillow could almost smell the hotness of the iron but her eyes gazed upon the weapon. "Did you make it yourself?" she asked.

“A life where you will always have eyes on your back.” She held out her hand and looked at the first scar she had gotten when the team she belonged to were deployed to the frontlines. Alex remembered that her father had tried stopping from her of going but was not successful. The scar was from a knife that one of the infidels had slashed at her when they were capturing the group. She closed her eyes and shuddered as she remembered that was also her first kill using that weapon. She had not slept for days because she could not get it out of her mind. As her deployment continued, it came to the point that she already got used to seeing blood and retaliating back at those trying to kill them. S

She feels sad Ben can’t see how beautiful and charming she is . She is attracted to Ben already .Not the ‘love at first sight kind of thing ‘.She is attracted to his looks .Who wouldn’t .Just staring at Ben would make any normal girl drool .Is it his perfect structure ,His pointed nose,His set of white teeth ,his tiny lips ...Who wouldn’t drool and pray to get noticed by him but unfortunately he is blind and that is really hurting Lily . She just hope he regains his sight and see her ,The beautiful queen