Blades Urban Dictionary Novels & Stories

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?"

He couldn’t let that happen. “Dual blades: Singular Thrusts: Hundre–“ Quinn caught the blade in his hand, just before the attack was unleashed. His copy frowned. “I was sure I knocked you out with that one.”, He said, jumping away. Quinn’s eyes were still closed when he stood back up, and the copy wasted no time in attacking him. “Try dodging this!” he said, as a hundred after images attacked him at once, each performing Multiple Singular Thrusts. Quinn opened his eyes, an a wave of energy exploded from him. The afterimages disappeared and Quinn reached out into empty space, bringing out a scythe.

I could see out of the corner of my eyes Blade staring into my face. "Crystal, why don't you just be happy now that you're still breathing and you escaped from them?" "Be happy?" I swung my head a bit and look at him directly in his eyes. "If you would ask me what happiness is, I don't even know that word." Blade didn't pull back and just stare into my eyes. There's a huge difference between Liam's eyes and Blade's, his seemed to be a combination of anger, sadness, and hatred. It feels like when you get into his eyes you will get dissolve because of how painful it is in there.

“I did my research and I found out that werewolves say ‘mate’ when they find their mates.” I held my breath for a minute, but chuckled, trying to not sound nervous. “So what?” “I’m Blade’s mate.” At that, my jaw dropped. “Wait, what. What the hell does that mean?” I chuckled nervously. “Yes. Blade is a werewolf. He said we were mates.” “I think you’re overthinking it.” I snickered, waving a hand over my face.

My eyes snapped back to the tall guard “It had been a while since…well, since he left for his patrols, Your Highness, I’d gone with three of them into the dark woods, we…we thought he had gone off to shag some woman-” Blade hissed, his bright black eyes becoming unfocused as he stared off into the distance before he clapped one hand against his thin lips as if to hold back vomit.

“Then we make our own ground. If you walk into their den, you do not walk alone.” She met his eyes, and for a moment the noise of the tavern faded. “And if they have already sharpened the knives?” Lucian’s smile was grim. “Then let them learn you are not the prey they thought.” ⸻ Far across the city, in the shadow of the council chambers, another meeting stirred. Not the grand obsidian hall, but a narrow cellar lit by a single sputtering lamp. The Blades had arrived.

The two blades of the swords in his hands shook violently like tuning forks. "Holy shit!" Keefe cursed with absolute horror.