Blades Urban Dictionary Novels & Stories

My stomach knotted. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely steady. Andre’s grin widened. “You’ll see.” He clapped his hands, and two warriors dragged out a crate from the armory. The sound of metal rattled inside. My chest tightened when I saw what they pulled free. Blades. Not training staff. Not wooden poles. Blades sharp enough to kill. Andre picked one up, running a finger along its edge before tossing it at my feet. The clang rang through the silence.

“He’s taunting us.” “Why?” I whispered. Blade’s voice was hard, steady. “Because he wants us rattled. Wants us scared before he makes his move.” “Well, it’s working,” I snapped, my nerves fraying. Cruz squeezed my hand weakly. “Fear means you care who you lose. Don’t let him use that against you.” “Easy for you to say when you’re bleeding out,” I muttered, my throat tight. Blade suddenly lunged forward, stabbing the knife into the darkness. The clang of metal hitting concrete rang out, but no scream followed. He pulled back, chest heaving.

Switchblades are the go-to weapon for almost every street gangster and gang member, and far more people are killed by switchblades each year in the United States than by guns! "What if I said I'm not going to get out of the way, and I want you to give the bag back to that lady over there?" Li Jie's voice was cold. If he was a gangster like this, Li Jie wouldn't mess with him. But gaining the ability to be an E hero today gives him the confidence to take on this punk, who is armed with a switchblade, not a Colt M1911.

Blade then crouched in front of the two women as they groaned in agony. "This is the final warning," Blade declared, her voice laced with menace, "Do not speak to me as if we are equals. I surpass both of you in every way, and if you ever disrespect me again, I will personally ensure that you pay dearly, perhaps by cutting off your tongues and serving them to you."

“AUGH! STOP PLEASE HAVE MERCY!” Mr. Travis called out in pain as the micro wind blades cut through him. Even as a practitioner, he had no defense for such treatment. Blake waved, and the void cut was sealed, leaving Mr. Travis gasping for breath. He seemed to have entered hell, his flesh being stripped away atom by atom.

"What I mean is, is Blade taking good care of you? I'm sorry if you misunderstood it, I just failed with my sentence construction, I apologize for that" "Oh, that's fine, and yes, Blade is taking very good care of me, you don't need to worry, he's not ruthless in me like what he is to others" I don't actually need to explain myself to him but I just did, I just hate it when someone doubts my man. I just met him and I don't want to judge him yet. Maybe he was just really concerned about me because Blade is known for being a rough man, I shouldn't jump to a conclusion this early.

Ulysses seemed a little perturbed at Blade's name calling, but it didn't surprise River that he would try to intimidate them using such immature tactics. "Nah, I'm not worried about that, either," Blade said, a smirk on his face. He laughed and ran a hand down the side of his hair. His bangs came to a perfect spike above his left eye, like the weapon he was named after. River wondered which had come first--the name or the hairstyle. Had he been born with that hairstyle or had he decided he needed a trademark look that represented his deadly name?

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

Reaching for his side, Ymir unsheathed another blade, and in the same instant the ones in his hands vanished. I backed away immediately after witnessing the change of blades. I didn't want to rush forward with an attack when I wasn't sure of what these new blades could do. It was safe to assume that each of them possessed unique abilities, someone like this couldn't possibly face the Lycan with ordinary blades. People like him were way too proud to even think of doing so. "These blades nullify healing of any sort, do not think you'll heal back after I cut you to pieces with these blades." He educated. It was a foolish thing to do, but I was pleased he had opened up.

Justice's metal net. "This is everything I could find that resembles what is it you asked for," SpeedBlade says, bending over to place his hands on his knees. I can hear him panting as he pushes himself up. "Use it well because I ran all over the city for it, and now I'm about to collapse." "Hey," I say, looking between the piles and SpeedBlade. "That was rude of you. What was that for?"