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.

More like blades, carving into something already raw and empty. “I said stop.”

"Good girl, now say mate I want you to eat my pussy till I can't breath no more and cum In your mouth." Blade said, watching as her breath hitched at what he said. His words was a good turner, she closed her eyes tightly, she was going to regret this, she was definitely going to regret this the next morning. Blade stroked her fleshy folds again, reminding her of what she would enjoy. "Mate I want you to eat my cunt till I can't breath no mor....." Blade didnt give her the time to complete his words and quickly he grabbed unto her breast, squeezing and sucking the other at the same time, he rubbed his hands briefly on her wet cunt which was waiting for him to eat.

His men had done quite an impressive job on their victim. Leaning forward, a sharp tool flashed in his tattooed hands as he spoke ...his personal favourite weapon. A double blade dagger with his initials engraved on its side "This is what we're going to continue doing, for every wrong answer you give I'll rip off one of your body parts ...there's plenty you don't need to be alive" he paused, to see the desired effect of his words on the man.

Slowly, he pulled the blade from its sheath and brought it toward my face. I closed my eyes and held my breath. Relax, Lila. He's not going to kill you with it... I repeated to myself before cautiously opening my eyes again to stare at the most intimidating blade I had ever seen. It looked incredibly heavy, as though it carried the weight of an anchor. I wasn't even sure I could lift it with both hands. "Do you want to know why this blade is called the Blade of Poison?" he asked, raising it into the air to admire it.

“Oh, the usual. I thought I’d use one of those blade thingies first. After that I might shoot you just to make certain you’ll stay down.” He looked away, struggling not to burst out laughing. If she was trying to best him by humor, she was certainly winning. Even the soldiers in the background were grinning. “Blade thingies?” The terminology for the Haunt’s cherished Blue Death was so ridiculous it was a wonder he could contain himself.

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!”