Blades Urban Dictionary Novels & Stories

I yanked out the blade and thick, black blood spurted out like a fountain of death. Silver. Poetic justice, huh, Andy?

Measuring. Beside him, the second man crouched low, a grin curling across his lips as if the slaughter were some private joke. His hair, a mess of brown waves, was pushed back from a boyish face that didn’t belong in a place like this. His eyes gleamed bright, dangerous, alive. “Well,” Blade said, flicking blood from his knife before sliding it back into its sheath. “Pretty little bird looks more frightened than the rest of them put together.”

“This is perfectly safe” A few nervous laughs followed, shallow and unsure. “The swords have been equipped with non-lethal composite tips,” she explained, motioning toward the rounded, dark ends—elegant, polished, deceptively harmless. “They won’t draw real blood… just bruised egos…and…reveal who deserves to wear a crown next to the goddess Inanna..” She smiled and my fists clenched more. “Each blade is pressure-sensitive. One clean hit is all it takes to register a strike.” She continued with a light tone.

The steel blade once again pierced into his ribs, squeezing out a thick stream of blood. At this moment, the sharp blades on both sides of Zangwei’s face were pushed out again, cutting open the wound where the blood had just coagulated. “Ahhhh!” “F*ck! Death Judge, you’re a pervert!” “You lunatic! A perverted murderer!”

He turned toward me, taking a full gulp of his liquor and setting the glass down over the large table by the window. “Here.” He pointed to something on the table that looked like a knife wrapped in a white cloth-like material. A pit formed in my stomach when he lifted the knife so I could have a full glance at it. “This knife is with a silver blade, and I'm aware you know nothing of silver, but I would do you the favor of telling you what it truly means. Silver blades are known to be deadly weapons in all werewolf existence, and any who is pierced or cut through with silver never survives it.” He twitched his lips as he ran his fingers over the edges of the blade.

Fin swung down while Jin swung up, it would result in a crossing slash. CLANG! The sound of metal clashing echoed. However, it was not metal that clashed. The blades met flesh. But they only touched, they did not cut through. Metil blocked both of the swords with his bare arms. Fin and Jin were utterly shocked to see this. “I said, screw off!” Metil shouted loudly.

he shouted as the Dark Spirit Blade streaked toward Adrian with deadly speed. Adrian sneered in response. "What’s the matter? Do you really think you can kill me? How laughable." Oscar sneered back. "Hmph! Killing you is as easy as stomping on an ant." The Dark Spirit Blade slashed through the air, and the onlookers held their breath, their hearts pounding with fear as the blade flashed violently. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh... A sense of dread quickly overwhelmed the crowd. The blade, infused with a sinister aura, seemed to pulse with malevolent souls as it crashed into Adrian’s defenses.

Past the blade. Past the wolves. Past the fear. Straight at him. And shouted: "Don't listen to him!" The Prophet smiled. The blade moved.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

" What's going to happen is my sin." "Die you fucking scum!" Magical Blades of wind cut through the air. Chris turned and avoided most of them but two cut into his back. The ones that missed cut deep into the trees around him. The smaller ones were cut down by the attack. 'Damnit I'm rusty!' "This is how a wind blade should be!" He roared in anger. In an instant he gathered the magic needed and threw his hand as if throwing a knife underhand.