Beetle Blades Novels & Stories

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

“The only way to send them where they belong is with Ajax’s blade. The blade will retain their essence and they will only be released where they can do no more harm. Using the blade on everyone individually would have taken too long and allowed too much room for something to go wrong. This way is more...efficient.” “And how do we get them into the blade?” I ask, knowing the answer, but not really wanting to be right. Aggie’s eyes flick to mine for a second and the ‘how the fuck do you think you use a blade’ look on her face confirms my thought, then she looks back at Abernathy and the horn handled blade resting near his hip. “NO! Absolutely not. Are you fucking crazy woman?” Abe roars and tr

There were three more rolls on the shelf, and he took them all out. The knife roll contained five knives with different sized blades, some had serrated edges and others had odd hooks in them. One had an exceptionally long blade and had specks of old blood on it. James picked it up and it felt comfortable in his hand. He put it back immediately, it felt too comfortable.

“Us old folks appreciate whetting just as much as the young or maybe more. You ought to bring her up here to live, Bol. Think of the money you’d save on whetstones. “That knife would cut through a man’s naik like it was butter,” Pea Eye said. He had an appreciation of such things, bein the owner of a fine Bowie knife himself. It had a fourteen-inch blade and he had bought it from a soldier who ha personally commissioned it from Bowie. He didn’t sharpen it every night like Bol did his, but he took it out of its bi

“I can handle it.” On hearing Eva’s resolve, Talyss bent down and unrolled the canvas cloth, which slowly revealed various blades on the inside. They all looked relatively the same - beat up metal blades that had seen years of use and abuse. Though all were curved, some were shorter, wider, or thicker than the others. All were dull and had zero bite. But Eva was certain getting hit by one would definitely hurt. “Pick a few up,” said Talyss. “Get a feel for them. We’ll start when you find one you like.”

After blindly receiving the clothes, he continued to say, "What kind of weapons?" Dylan followed him, the hem of his blanket trailing on the floor as he walked. The blond werewolf led him to his table which was cluttered with papers and parts he couldn't bother identifying. Enzo opened one drawer, revealing an organized assortment of blades and knives that were a lot smaller than the ones he was used to seeing. "These are made out of silver." He took a reflexive step back, having his own share of experiences with the lethal element. "Why do you have them?"

I said as I stood up again. I walked over to the steel cabinet and opened the doors. I took out my knife roll and placed it on the table where she’d be able to see the display. I took out my favourite Gerber knife and turned it around in my hand. It had a fixed blade, not that I had anything against folded blades, but cleaning it afterwards sucked. In my personal opinion the fixed blade was stronger when separating a joint and getting into those tough spots and cutting through sinew and muscle. The blade wasn’t long but it was sharp and did what I needed it to do.

I’m still having some fun and unleashing all of my repressed fucking rage on them. I stride over to my table of toys. I scan over all the different torture devices as if I were a young kid at a candy store. My eyes widen with a sense of glee as wave my hand over the various whips, blades, saws, and a large bottle of wolfsbane. Don’t want these lower life forms to heal too quickly. My hand stops over a large silver blade. This is a nice blade- nine inches of pure silver, with a serrated edge and sharp point, perfect for fileting meat. With werewolves, we can heal from silver, but if infused with wolfsbane, scars will be left. I think this is an experience Justin should remember…for however lo

"I'm always serious." I smacked him on the chest with the flat of my hand. It did nothing except hurt my hand. How could a teenager be so hard? I shook it out as I looked around. I was going to try and be smart this time. I walked to the first pedestal, keeping my distance in case I triggered it. I wasn't ready for this monster yet. The first pedestal held six blades. They were all different colors and sizes. They looked incomplete, none had handles or anything to hold on to.

It still shocked me that Julio and his fuckheads had been able to royally fuck up so many people’s lives. A black velvet bag appeared in Mom’s hands and was passed over to me. I raised a brow, curiosity taking hold. She matched my expression and gestured for me to open it. Inside of the bag were six ornate blades that were etched with intricate designs. Six-inch blades that looked like they would do some serious damage. There was an undercurrent of power that thrummed through them.