Blade Blades Toys Novels & Stories

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.”

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

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.

“Surely this kid can’t escape with three light blades on both sides.” The light blade swished through the air at an incredibly fast speed, as it aimed for Fane’s face. Although he retreated quickly, he was still too slow. Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the blades closing in on his arms, and even some of them were imagining what his arms would look like after, all mangled and bloody.

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 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.

I said to her. She nodded, and walked away. What I had stashed in the box was a special blade, forged from the old Alpha's steel. It was balanced... well functional. It wasn't for war, but for defense. It might not have been a lavish gift, but it held so much meaning to it, I thought he would like it.

It was what I needed to be sated and until I had gotten what I wanted, until the darkness swallowed me and pushed me to the point of no return, then and only then would I be sated and complete. I was shocked when he showed me the playhouse. It had been on my mind to ask him when we could head back there but because of the problems, I had pushed the thought aside. Turns out that there was no need to head back there again. When I got to the shelf, I stood before a stack of blades. All of them had my initials. That showed that they were made for me. One however, caught my eye. The moment I picked it up, I felt a certain thrill rush through me, grounding me in ways I didn't understand. It was sm

"The full moon gatherings are boring without you." I smiled, hugging her tightly. "I promise. I’ll come visit… and maybe this time, I’ll actually keep up with the dancing." Just then, Blade walked up, a small carved wooden wolf cradled in his hand. "I made this for you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "It’s from our training ground tree. A reminder that strength doesn’t always come from muscle." I accepted the gift gently, my fingers tracing the intricate details. "Thank you, Blade. It’s beautiful. Tell Selena and little Marian I’ll miss them too."

The twin blade glittered beautifully in the light. Rick was a ticking time bomb and it was best to be prepared. I lifted the crescent shaped blades up and inspected them. Their edges looked really sharp and they were light in my hands. I wasn't joking about wanting to peel off his flesh strip by strip but that could wait, at least until he makes his move. Silver is really pretty.