Blade Blades Toys Novels & Stories

"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.

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

with a scream, Zephyr fought through the pain and opened his eyes and stared straight into the painting. “Blade, the weapon of the nobles, the greats, the kings! “Blade, the Lion of which that all follows. As elegant and free flow as water, as gentle and carefree as falling leaves, as powerful and mighty as the hills… none are greater than thee! “Earth-shatterer bows before your might, I bow before your might, help me find my true calling!” Zephyr stared at the painting, chanting to himself, “Blades, nay, swords, were my favorite weapon after all! Within this painting holds great Focus of the Blade, unrelenting and unforgiving.

He won't let anyone or this scumbag hurt the young man. He was about to do something when one of the kings beat him to it. "Zypherious; wind blade of destruction" king Zeldour chanted. Instantly thousands of thin colorless blades with a size of five feet long appeared on the mid air. With king Zeldour will, he bend it forward, towards the enemies. Because of surprised and the quickness of the attack, the enemies had no time to react. A massive dust of smoke wrapped the enemies.

“The silver blade is missing.” I stilled. “What?” I breathed. “The blade,” he repeated. “The only weapon that can bring down both werewolves and humans alike. It’s gone. It was stolen from the company yesterday.” A shiver ran down my spine. I had read about the silver blade before—about how it was created in a time when war threatened to destroy the balance of our world. It was a weapon of unimaginable power, and in the wrong hands… “What if it’s already in the hands of our enemies?” Reed whispered, his voice shaking. “What if this is the beginning of something we can’t stop?”

“Dear Lelanna I want you to have this blade, I know you’ll appreciate its beauty and will treasure it the way it deserves. This Blade actually belonged to my Great grandfather, he made it himself after his first battle and it has been passed down through generations. It now belongs to me but i couldnt help but see it in your hands instead every time i looked at it. So now it belongs to you.. All my love Layton xx”

Its bolts, coated in poison, can quickly fell even heavily armored foes. "Come forth challenges, for you will meet your end upon my chains, until we find the map's missing piece," Voicing out, Serene, as the Chainblader, cracks her knuckles, ready for whatever awaits us in the shadows as she pulls out her scalpel chain, a terrifying weapon that can eviscerate flesh with one swing. Its many blades glint menacingly in the torchlight. That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces.

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

Knives are my favorite toys. "I see. You sure are a brave one, challenging me." I got my new toy named Alijandra. I bought it from Italy. It is a thin knife that is only a three inches long. Even though it is short, the blade is no joke, that it can cut a steel. Of course, the price is no joke too. I watched him took small steps around me, waiting for the one who'll make the first move. And it will be me. I dashed towards, swinging my blade to slash his left arm. He raised his left arm and pushed my back. Then I saw his blade coming towards to my knee. I quickly pitched forward to avoid it.