Blades Urban Dictionary Novels & Stories

Wi-Fi unlocked. You aren't bad until your public enemies number 1-100 are the school's bad boys/girls. - Blade tops this list. You aren't bad until even the bad boys know what you are capable of. - no denying it Blade. You aren't bad until you can walk into school whenever you wish to arrive. - I think 2:59 p.m. is a bit too early, don't you? You aren't bad until you have your own motto- mines "wake up, breathe in, cause mayhem."

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that they had both entered the room. Justin closed the door and that's when I realized he was shirtless and didn't even have a gash. "What happened to your stab wound?" I croaked out. He laughed bitterly as he looked down at me. "Babygirl I've been shot and stabbed with real knifes multiple times. A piece of glass can't hurt me." He explained as he looked down at my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But you were bleeding you should at least have a scar." I said in confusion.

She had devoured two portions of pasta and grilled chicken while talking to me like it was nothing. “You don’t have a brain to sacrifice,” I muttered. She gasped playfully. “Betrayal.” “Tragedy.” She narrowed her eyes at me, then smiled slightly. “You’re a little less… zombie-like now.” “High praise.” I shrugged leaning into my seat. “Don’t get used to it.” We disposed of our dishes and walked back together, the night air cooler now settling around us. The residential area of the workshop was quiet. Conversations had dropped into low murmurs with lights flickering on and off in windows like small, contained worlds.

It felt like a blade,dangerous, yes, but mine to wield. But even as I stared at it, I felt the whisper stir again, softer than breath, slick as oil. Every blade cuts both ways, Amara.

the Judge offered. "Black Blade, born Quispe Jolls, got his handle from that moon-shaped mark on his ear. "He was one of the original Five Blades of the Shadow Sect, top dog of the East District—my current gig. "There was a saying back in the day that went, 'You'd rather cross Hades than tangle with Black Blade.'" "Oh?" Yoel raised an eyebrow in surprise. "If he's such a big shot, how'd he end up on the Shadow Sect's most-wanted list?"

He breathes out. "Who is Blade?" I ask, turning to face them while trying to mask the frightened look on my face. "We heard he's in the mafia or something. He's from the neighbouring town." Tasha explains to me, her gaze flickering towards them for some seconds. "He's a fucking psychopath." "We need to leave." She says again, rushing to finish her ice cream and I look down at mine, suddenly losing my appetite. Jackson nods, "What the fuck is he doing with them?" He asks as we walk out.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Together, they were a force unstoppable by any ordinary foe. --- The Dance of Blades The courtyard had become a battlefield of shadows and steel. Every movement demanded precision; every strike was a gamble with life itself. Seraphina’s heart pounded, each beat echoing like a drum of war. She and Kai moved together with uncanny synergy, reading each other’s motions without a word.

Not just how to block, but how to end a fight when you’re outnumbered and bleeding and scared. I don’t need perfection. I need people who don’t give up. We name ourselves one foggy morning after Sora makes a joke about “being Beatrice’s backup misfits.” Someone else calls us “Blades.” Then someone else adds “Nyx.” It sticks. Nyx’s Blades. It sounds a little ridiculous. It also sounds exactly right. By week three, the jeers start. The elite warriors walk past us during lunch and chuckle loud enough for everyone to hear.