Beauty's Blade Novels & Stories

I muttered. “Please,” she said, unmuting. “I’d risk my data just to watch you try to curl your hair.” I turned to the mini straightener Greta had plugged in earlier. “God help us all.” I sectioned off a chunk. Smoke. Maybe the sound of sizzling. Definitely a hair strand giving up on life. “You’re supposed to glide it,” Greta said. “Not torture it.” “This is torture,” I snapped. “Have you seen my boss?”

“That tastes good. I want more, Blade.” “Fuck, don't do it man,” Matt whispered shaking his head. He couldn't tear his eyes off her perfect tits though. Gosh, he wanted to fuck those tits so bad then give her something to lick up. Nathan only watched coldly, eyes on the way she lapped and licked at her boobs. His cock throbbed. He wished she was flicking that tongue on his cock instead, swirling and sucking him off. Blade took another scoop and smeared it over her tits again, rubbing the cool metal spook over nipples when she was done. He stepped closer when she inhaled suddenly, purring about how good that felt.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

’ I added, making her blush. Just then, my phone rang and I pulled it out, frowning down at the number. Janaina… Giving the group a nod and Kiara a tap on the ass, I walked towards the front garden, not wanting anyone to hear the conversation. "Yeah? What’s up?" "I wanted to let you know that I have created the blade. The question is, have you chosen someone to wield it? Remember there is only one chance." She said quietly, I glanced back towards the open front door at Chris and Liam, seeing Liam’s sharp eyes watching me.

Ulysses seemed a little perturbed at Blade's name calling, but it didn't surprise River that he would try to intimidate them using such immature tactics. "Nah, I'm not worried about that, either," Blade said, a smirk on his face. He laughed and ran a hand down the side of his hair. His bangs came to a perfect spike above his left eye, like the weapon he was named after. River wondered which had come first--the name or the hairstyle. Had he been born with that hairstyle or had he decided he needed a trademark look that represented his deadly name?

“If she’s so brave and really fit to be Luna, this should mean nothing to her. Has she seen your wolf form? Has she seen how those sharp enormous jaws can tear into human skin? Has she seen your claws and how easily you could snap her frail form into two? Oh, don’t tell me she hasn’t seen the true beast you are, Blade.” “I have.” I whispered. “I’ve seen exactly what he’s capable of. I watched him tear into a man. And I admit that it was…disturbing but he did it to help me. He might be a beast as you say, but I believe that he’s a good person.”

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.

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con

I went for a facial with my bestie, Tanya Tomlinson, at a beauty salon that went viral online recently. Just as we stepped foot in that salon, we were immediately greeted by good-looking six-foot-tall hunks. A man in a black suit who resembled a celebrity approached us. He addressed Tanya like they were old friends. "Tanya, it's been a while. Are you here for a facial or hairdo?" Tanya flicked her sexy wavy curls and smirked at the man. "I'm here for a facial. This is my best friend, Daphne Monterey. She's here for the first time. I'll entrust her to you."