Beauty's Blade Novels & Stories

"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.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

Blade smiled mischievously and wiped the blood off of his nose. “As you can see, these ones are feisty. They got me real good before I brought them here. If not for the potion you gave me, I’d have a harder time taking them but I’m telling you buddy, they are better than the previous pets I brought before,” Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.”

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.

Especially now, as she wasn't currently working at the hospital. She reached out to touch the matte-finished blade. It was a set of surgical tools, precious because of their unique blades. The blades were as thin as a cicada's wings, yet incredibly hard and stable. They were razor-sharp, so much so that it was said a cut from these blades wouldn't be felt for the first few seconds due to their sharpness. Wayne had certainly chosen well, knowing her interests. But she couldn't accept such an expensive gift without feeling she had earned it.

Its corners and curves were faceted and somewhat angular, as though it was a blade still in the process of being hammered out. And because the grip and the sheath aligned perfectly, as though they were made of a single bar of metal, she could barely tell where the seam actually was. But when she tugged on the grip, the blade slipped out beautifully. The aesthetics of the beaten iron continued unabated along the length of the blade, mostly around its spine. That beaten look eventually tapered out and smoothed into the actual edge of the blade itself, which was polished to a mirror shine. The perfect and pristine edge was a perfect contrast to the rough and raw aesthetic the rest of the blade

Samson said. He puts his phone on loud speaker and dropped it on the table to have a feel of the Night blade. Samson stood up and he unsheathed the sword right in front of Alicia who gulped. The handle of the long sword was a wooden-medieval gold cabinet but the blade was stark and stoic. It could cut through any metal, alloid or repel steel attacks plus the enchantments being installed made the sword more distopic.. "Boss, the Night blade should be installed into one of the mechanincal bots being structured here at Boneridge."

“Keep lying to yourself.” I hum, reaching into my coat pocket. My fingers close around the blade I always carry. “And that's the reason you kidnapped him from his home?” I pull the blade out, staring at the sharp edges. “I'm giving you one last chance before I pull your goddamned insides out.” His breath catches. The color drains from his face when I swipe the blade in the air. It's not the kind of blade that cuts, it peels. It's thin, sharp, surgical. Thinking about the amazing things I'll do with this blade makes my lips curl into a small smile.

How she hated this man standing before her, and looking at her like a hawk watching it's prey. "You should keep those eyes of yours off my face if you still want to live and not end up like your good for nothing parents" the Don said with venom. He had seen the murderous look in her eyes and that had thrown him off balance. He thought she would recoil back at the sight of him. But she stood there defiantly, looking straight back into his eyes. Amaya lowered her gaze,but her fists remained folded at her sides. She hates this bastard so much,and if she had the chance right now,she'd plunge a knife into his heart.

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.