Beauty And The Blade Novels & Stories

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

52 cm scar from the eyes of this world. Putting on a blusher and contouring her features,were like a child's play for her. "Let the shoot begin"

I tried to relax, but being the center of attention wasn’t exactly my strong suit. As I scanned the crowd, I froze. Near the edge of the gathering, standing tall in a dark shirt, was Blade — and beside him was a beautiful woman with kind eyes and long golden hair. They were holding hands. I blinked in surprise. “Wait… is that?” Adeline followed my gaze and gasped softly. “Oh! You haven’t heard? That’s Selena. Blade found his second chance mate.” My mouth dropped open. “What? You’re serious? That’s… wow.”

"Kill the bitch!" My heart dropped again. "No please, I beg you!" Jay Jay's cries increased. "Let me do it myself. Give me the damn machete," she ordered, taking a machete from the dreadlocked man. I couldn't feel my heart anymore as she approached me with the machete. She raised it the minute she got closer to me. I closed my eyes and lowered my gaze, waiting to be butchered. Oh God. Dad, I am coming to join you.

Intruders. The leader, a man with a cruel twist to his lips and a shaved head etched with a menacing scar, shoved a security guard aside with a sneer. He reached into his pocket, and my breath hitched as the glint of a switchblade caught the light. He wasn't here for art appreciation. "Questa festa è finita," he growled, his voice gravelly and laced with menace. (This party is over.) "Run." I said and Mark saved himself, leaving me to stand. Coward.

So I smile, and do the decent thing and follow the two of them into the room the doctor leads them to. It feels as though my breath has been knocked from my body as I see Harley’s battered body laid within the hospital bed. His handsome face was now covered in bruises and deep cuts. Bandages adorn various parts of his body that could be seen above the blanket that lightly covered his body. He looked like he had been through a war. Not attacked by a rogue. I heard Harley’s Mum gasp as she burst into tears, and I too had to fight the tears that were threatening. He did not deserve this. He looked broken. He may be a warrior, but an unsuspected attack, and one I believe came from an Alpha, and

***** MADDOX I quickly removed the blades and let them slice against my forearms, not wanting to cut my palms and hinder my ability to utilize them properly. A blade had always been one weapon that I was adept at using, which turned out to be in my favor right now. Beauty and I had spent countless hours practicing with these ones specifically so that I could wield them however I needed to for this. I took a moment to focus my breathing, knowing that we would get exactly one chance at ending him and ending this war before even more destruction happened. Beauty was definitely doing a great job of distracting him. Other Demacores were trying to come to his rescue, but strategically shot lightni

With a glance, I could tell they were hardened criminal. "She looks so tender." One of them mocked, her scarred face scrunched up to show a scary smile. "What do you think, Blade? Is she to your liking?" She asked the girl sitting beside her, who was calmly fanning herself. The girl, Blade, looked ferocious, with a hideous scar on her forehead, almost making her look like she had no skin covering her skull. "She's too dumb. She looks like she would break under me." She sneered and looked away, no longer looking at me.

working. I tried to resist but he started showing an unnatural amount of strength. Holding one of my paws messed up by balance, after all, I still wasn't used to this body. When he had a full grip on it, he pushed me to my surprise. I toppled over and lay flat on my back. It was going to be a struggle to get back on all fours again. Blade eventually gets up on both of his feet. He takes off his torn shirt which still has the claw marks on it. His chest is lean and defined with plump biceps and hard abs. The scratches I gave him earlier rested above his abs and they seemed to be healing themselves. As I struggled to get up, Blade came towards me and it seemed that with every step, his scars s

Crystal asked frantically, she had a strong feeling that what she was thinking was right, but she just couldn't bear to hear it yet. “Yes,” Blade spoke up without hesitation. “It is the same night when they burned down our house while both of my parents were resting in their bedroom. When I regained consciousness, I saw a woman wearing a white broad beach hat, a white dress, white pearls, and mittens. She ordered one of her people to kill me.” “Wait, that style... It’s similar to-”