Beauty And The Blade Novels & Stories

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

Blade was nearly two meters tall. His body was particularly robust and he had bulging muscles. The short-sleeved T-shirt that he wore accentuated his chest muscles, and they were big enough to rival an average woman's bosom. His bronze-colored arm muscles instilled fear in people, while his thick eyebrows and sharp eyes were brimming with might. When he arrived, he rubbed his bald head and asked Trevor in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

This was supposed to be the last one, according to Blade, his prez. Too bad, they couldn’t sample the merchandise. He never wanted many of them, but there was one girl in this group he had wanted to have. He thought of her as the Indian girl. Fuck, the girl was built. Huge titties, long ass legs, and satiny skin. Yeah an Indian but who cared? It had troubled him that Blade had beaten her up pretty good. The prez had seemed to hate her for some unknown reason. But Blade could be like that sometimes. Mean for no reason at all. However, if Hawk were tempted it had been her that had done it. Damn, he would go looking for more of that type over the border into Tennessee. Not for the trade but for

"She can’t smell me. Witches don’t have mates. And look at me, Stone. Without the mate bond pull, do you think someone would want me for a mate?" Blade was bigger and bulkier. He stood six feet nine inches compared to Althea’s five feet five inches in height. While the witch’s skin was covered with light runes markings, Blade was covered with tattoos and scars. Only his face was spared from cuts, but every part of his body had been tainted with blood. "I don’t find you or any man attractive, so I’m no help here." He let out a sigh and brushed his hand over his hair. "Do you want her?" I asked.

Blade kept at it, his movements getting faster. He was a man many would regard as a ‘fine man'. For someone in his age range he did carry a charisma that charmed ladies, I must say. With a deep groan, he buried the girl's ass on his crotch and threw his head back. The girl's expression changed from one of intense orgasm to shame. I studied their features and returned my attention to Blade. “We've had our fun. Do you mind if one of my girls, gets you all prepped?” He said flicking his index and middle finger to the girl refilling an empty wine glass.

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.

Trisha Steinmetz, guided by Jeremy's unwavering belief in her abilities, showcased an inspiring game on offense, leaving the Gamblers defense in disarray. Meanwhile, the opposition stood bewildered as Alexandra, driven by an unseen power, unleashed a new level of skill and intensity. She moved like a predator, tearing through the field, leaving a trail of defeated defenders in her wake. Her transformation into a relentless force, a beast among mere mortals, left even her own teammates in awe. Alicia, too, showcased her burgeoning strength, defying the odds as she shredded double teams with ease. Her determination was palpable, her every movement a testament to her relentless pursuit of victo

“To make sure I graduate.” He glanced up and met her gaze, feeling an immediate sense of calm wash over him. The warmth of her presence was a quiet, grounding force amidst the chaos of his late-night work session. Juliana’s face, though slightly lined from years of dedication and hard work, was still undeniably beautiful. Her features, which had matured gracefully, carried the kind of strength and resilience that only time and experience could impart.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

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.