Blades Urban Dictionary Novels & Stories

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.

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.

Didn't I read something that said if you're in love with someone you tend to cop- I pushed the thought out of my mind , refusing to deal with my feelings at the moment . He opened his eyes . "You're knifes are shit" I threw it gently at him . He caught it and examined it . "They're fine" he squinted his eyes to focus on the edge of the blade to see if anything was damaged . "They're not equally balanced" I retorted ; Ace just gave me a confused stare . "They're only training blades" Ace chucked the blade to the side . I shot him an unimpressed look . He raised his eyebrows at me questioning why he was getting stared at . "They're training blades , you're giving your newbies unbalanced traini

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

Everything tonight was heavier than it should be. I unwrapped it slowly, layer by painfully layer. Like peeling back skin. And then, I saw it. “A blade.” It wasn’t large, not ornate but wrong. The metal didn’t catch the light. It swallowed it. It was alive in a way steel should never be.

Pathetic. I raise my arms, blade poised high, cold steel gleaming beneath the flickering light. I scream as I drive the blade deep into his chest, feeling it slice through flesh, muscle, and bone. I feel the brittle snap of our withered bond breaking inside me like a dry twig, echoing in my ribs. I press the blade in harder, snarling into his wild, panicked eyes, forcing him to relive every pathetic moment of his pitiful life as it bleeds out of him.

She vanished into the hallway and returned with a second blade, simpler but no less beautiful, its steel gleaming softly. Uncle Eren’s eyes lit up. “You’re spoiling me,” he said, handing her twice the agreed amount without hesitation. “You’re too kind,” she said, surprised. “Not many would do that.” “History deserves respect,” he replied, his tone firm but warm. The woman paused as Uncle Eren lifted the first scimitar, her gaze darkening slightly. “My husband used to say these blades were cursed,” she said, almost to herself. “Said the blood they spilled never left them. Passed down from one war to the next, each time claiming something from their owners.”

“Blade-“ “Stop trying to control me with your words, with your kisses, and caresses! In the end, you are just like your mother, Katniss! I am done with your manipulation! Say your prayers now. I will make sure to send you to hell tonight where you and your two-faced parents belong!” In a blink of an eye, Blade already had a dagger in his hand. He ran to me, ready to attack me. The hybrids showed up and blocked him. But with a snap, the hybrids flew in different directions.

As promised, I quickly send Jake a message that I'm on my way home now. "You're fast", I chuckle seeing Jake already standing in front of my door. "Couldn't wait to see you. By the way, your packet with these angel blades has just arrived." "Thank fuck, we really need them, to make it perfect", Jake laughs and shakes his head about my enthusiasm. "By the way they are called seraph blades." "Whatever, main thing is we look smashing together. By the way I love your real hair colour, but to my surprise this looks really good on you too."

That was not going to cut it. Machetes, razor sharp with chromed steel blades, cut it. Before the bullshit got too deep I gave the word. Cosmo and I pulled our machetes - we each had two - from the 'handles down' sheaths strapped to our backs under our windbreakers. Live steel, changed the mood real fast, it cut through the drugs for two of the Kings. Machetes mess with the mind; maybe it was a racial memory thing but the tall Black King actually shit himself when we showed the 4 steel blades that would free him from all pain.