Novel & Cerita Beauty's Blade

"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.

If given some thought, Fiona was always dressed in simple clothes that still looked elegant on her. When Justin's dad finally introduced her to him, he could see how perfect she looked. He noticed that she had put on minimal makeup, showing her natural features. It is really rare for a girl to use less makeup. Whenever she laughs, her eyes twinkle brightly. For unknown reasons, it makes his heart beat faster. She had the most beautiful smile that he had ever seen. Reminiscing about that day still brings a smile to Justin's face.

Kaelith, She held the dagger as if she had found a treasure. But her expression betrayed none of it. Her face remained eerily composed, devoid of even the faintest flicker of fascination or greed. Her finger, however, trailed along the sharp edge with deliberate slowness, the pad of her fingertip brushing against the blade as if she were studying its nature through touch alone, as if pain was something she could measure and control rather than fear. I couldn’t stop studying her, my gaze lingering longer than necessary, drawn to every small movement she made. She was like a mystery I had every intention of unraveling, layer by layer, until there was nothing left concealed beneath that unsettl

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV The church door opened as the music started. I looked at the entrance and was amazed by what I saw. Her makeup looked flawless and elegant accentuating her beauty. Her eyes are lined with black eyeliners and her long lashes kiss each other as she blinked them. Her lips are painted with soft pink gloss, adding a touch of feminity to her look. The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun.

Blade then crouched in front of the two women as they groaned in agony. "This is the final warning," Blade declared, her voice laced with menace, "Do not speak to me as if we are equals. I surpass both of you in every way, and if you ever disrespect me again, I will personally ensure that you pay dearly, perhaps by cutting off your tongues and serving them to you."

Xana then hangs up the phone, a bad feeling passing through her. Blade groans as not only pleasure continues to roll through him but also at the sound of his Princess’ commanding voice. Losing himself he thrusts hard once, twice more into the young dominant female warrior that’s laid out in front and underneath him before grunting and releasing his seed deep inside her.

He holds it up, letting the sharp edge hover inches from Charmaine's battered face, his voice a low, menacing whisper. "This blade," he begins, turning it slowly so she can see the deadly precision of its edge, "is more than just a weapon. It's an instrument of truth, a master of persuasion. When it meets flesh, it does more than draw blood. It peels back the layers of a person, cuts through pride, arrogance, and resistance, until all that’s left is the raw, trembling core of who you really are… and just so you know, this ain’t no ordinary steel—it’s a raw and undiluted silver. You know what silver can do to the flesh of a werewolf, don’t you?"

She had a wrapping around her eyes, and her stomach was slightly larger than the last time I had seen her. “Gross,” Juliana said under her breath as Sable leaned into him, and I shook my head as he moved his hand up and into her hair. Cain suddenly twisted it, pulling her head back as he unsheathed a curved silver blade from his hip and lifted it to her throat. Her cry of terror was audible through the thin wall of the house, and I panicked, standing. I had seen the blade before in some of my father’s books. It was a Binding Blade.

"You wanted the dagger for yourself did you not? Or was it to destroy it so that no one would be able to kill you?" Soon enough, a sharp blade glinted against the light as Crystal pulled it from the strap on her thigh. "This special blade can kill all creatures as powerful as they may be. Made from the finest metal, this blade is blessed. Take it Ace and use it to kill this demon! Just as the dagger would have hit Ace's hand, the demon roared and breathed fire, jumping into the air to catch the blade. Falling to the ground in the scuffle, punches and kicks were thrown, as the two men struggled to overpower each other.

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.