Beauty's Blade Novels & Stories

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.

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.

+ 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.

Ambrose grinned and this time the blacksmith released a huff of amusement, just as the blade reached it's end and he caught it with both hands. "There you have it." He stared proudly at the blade, before offering it to Sephora. She wordlessly took it out of his hands, marveling at how light the blade was, how sharp - "Ouch." Sephora sucked on her finger angrily. After all her training, you'd think she'd be more careful when handling blades by now. Ambrose huffed from beside her, "Do I really need to tell you which part of the blade to handle, milady?" He drawled, chuckling as Sephora glared at him again. Instead of biting Ambrose's head off, Sephora returned her attention back to the blacksm

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

The girl expressed her desire for Doll to scream, but she refused to adhere to her whims, staring directly still. She showed no fear, as she sat with composition. "Go ahead! Even if I become blind, I will remember everyone and everything that I love clearly," she spoke in a loud voice. "I am not even scared. Who are you for me to be scared at?" The girl's maniacal face gradually turned angry with Doll's stalwart attitude. "I'm BladeGirl, you scrape!" She removed her hand that was squeezing Doll's face and picked something out from her back. Showing it, she swung a long blade out, and quickly slashes it down to her!

When she heard Silver Moon’s impatient voice, she attacked and immediately focused on scarring her face that took the attention that was supposed to go to her. On the other hand, Blade was also confident beside Pierce. She brought two daggers with her that night although they weren’t poisoned so her smile was the sweetest while thinking that she’d love to eliminate one weak rival that was snatching Silver’s love for her. While Wildflower was taking advantage of Silver Moon’s defenseless back and Pierce was focused on making the beauty ugly, Blade put her focus on injuring the woman severely by directing her attack on her heart and abdomen. However, what the heck was that?

Sarah ranted out all the insult she could remember and the all stared at her in awe, “Did she want to get us killed?“ Sean thought “How dare you call me ugly, you daughter of man!“ “I knew it, you are probably made from Amoeba, shapeless, bothered and ugly!“ She said again “I used to be all what you said before, but I wasn't anymore, the throne of Dark and evil gave me a new host to feed on and a camouflage, and I can now flaunt my new appearance” the blade said just then a purple flame ooze out from the blade and gathered forming a jelly being with a purple skin a man.“

She transformed back into human form and held her bleeding shoulder. "You're quite good, but you're still no match for me." The woman who approached her said it while wearing an insulting grin. "Well, that's not surprising for an Alpha's daughter. You're Coleen right?" Her enemies seemed to have mistaken her. Blade grinned mockingly. "Quite good? Nah... I am better than you if just you hadn't used underhanded tactics." Blade was pertaining the poison.

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.