Blade And Soul Clothes Novels & Stories

Igris was sitting in a restaurant wearing a crimson red robe with a dragon on the back that has a mermaid tail and rose thorns as scales. Beside him sat Algin with a smile on his face, strumming his fingers against the table. In the different logging pavilions, the robes of each of the members of his clan took their old robes off and folded them neatly, placing them on the bed. Around them, the people were sleeping thanks to an enchantment.

For as long as he remained a Blade, he had to respect it or the family would lose its power. The blood of the Blades runs through him and he had thought through overnight, to add a clause that would make both parties win. “Adding to the coat of honour, aside the gun, the knife and the whip, there should be the option of letting go of 80% of one’s net worth.” “Can you explain further?” Rex was confused. Wasn’t letting go of 80% shares equivalent to cutting ties? He was younger than the seniors but the authority of his words couldn’t be denied, as he continued,

Something not moved by a single person. Both men drew their blades and waited. They could shift in their clothes thanks to wearing clothing designed to not tangle with their body changes. Jackets over weapon harnesses that adjusted to their changes. Pants that fell off with Velcro closures. Purchased in stores today. They could kick shoes off as they did right now. In a fight, Sal could smell fur and anger. To him, it’s a smell that comes with powerful emotions.

Shelly’s POV: Step one in my audacious quest to seduce my stepbrother: choosing the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treasure trove of fabrics and colors, my heart races with anticipation. My fingers brush against various textures until I stumble upon a stunning ensemble that feels just right—a beautiful off-the-shoulder, short-sleeve v-neck blouse in an enchanting shade of rich green. It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring.

MALIA'S POV I took my time in the room to get a perfect fitting cloth. All were good, but only one stood out. It had a silver zip Infront, dented in the black color of the jacket. There were small blade pockets around, dip and wide enough to contain two slim blades. The servant rolled out a bag on the desk, gesturing to the blades arranged in them. “Pick your poison,” she said. My hand hovered over them, taking delight in every steel that shimmered under the sunlight. “I want it all,” I stated.

But I can swear this was the same spot where I and Jay had trained a few days ago. "You would attack an intruder too if you saw one", Blade says and crosses his arms, still holding the knife."Leave while I'm being nice". "I think you're mistaken", I say just as he is about to turn to leave. "Why would you think that?", Blade asks. At this point, it looked like he was flexing his muscles with the way he had crossed his arms. I have to admit he looked cute, especially with his lower lip ring that dangles off the right corner.

Bryar walked into the room and Blakeley hurriedly took the paper from Bryan and hid it. “What is going on?” She asked and Bryan didn't give a response, he looked at Blakeley one last time before walking out of the room. “What was that about?” Bryar asked and Blakeley smiled. “Nothing. Ignore him. What do you need dear?” Blakeley asked and Bryar smiled. “I was watching the television now and an advert popped up. It was a clothing brand and they have cute outfits for children. I want one.” She said and Blakeley nodded.

After laying the blanket, we were setting the other things when Blaze arrived. When I rose to my full height and glanced at him, I felt what I was about to say getting stuck in my throat. Blaze was dressed in a black sleeveless jersey, and his slim biceps looked quite nice in the moonlight. He also had on a pair of dark jeans which fitted him like a glove. I’ve honestly not met anyone who wears a pair of skinny jeans this… perfectly. As expected, a smile was drawn out on his face as he drew closer. I glanced at Molly who also had a smile of hers on.

One bright afternoon in Crowus Mountain, a fearless girl was training with her sword. She was in a black dress, reaching her ankle. Serin Blyth was embroidered on the back collar of her dress. Her long dark brown hair was tied. A black mask was covering her face, only revealing her mysteriously beautiful eyes.

Crystal asked frantically, she had a strong feeling that what she was thinking was right, but she just couldn't bear to hear it yet. “Yes,” Blade spoke up without hesitation. “It is the same night when they burned down our house while both of my parents were resting in their bedroom. When I regained consciousness, I saw a woman wearing a white broad beach hat, a white dress, white pearls, and mittens. She ordered one of her people to kill me.” “Wait, that style... It’s similar to-”