Blades Urban Dictionary Novels & Stories

Blades etched with cryptic symbols glow softly when enemies near. ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: Quick, stealthy stabs (low damage, high crit chance) ‎- Range: Close combat (bonus in tight spaces) A spark pain tore through my chest. “Come on, so I don't even deserve a decent weapon? I lost everything and this damn game can't even offer me a fighting chance." I mumbled to myself my vision blurred with rage. “Screw this sick Demon games."

, a hundred blades suddenly elongated into three foot lengths of blue light. “Light sabers!” Jasmine gasped, her eyes enormous. Jayems’ eyes flicked to her briefly. “Energy blades. Blue Death.” He returned his attention to the fray. Faced with a solid wall of lightning, the riders sheered off, shouting blood curdling war cries as they tossed glowing white balls into the mass of soldiers. Unless struck from the air with a sword, dazzling white light exploded where they hit, coating the soldiers with glowing powder. Only one grenade struck, and those soldiers immediately removed from the field.

"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.

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.

“But I wouldn’t mind having more. If you could teach me? You had three knives on you last night. I suspect you know how to use them. I mean, you’re nicknamed The Blade.” “I know how to use them. I know how to use them well. Contrary to what my mother believes, slicing a man’s throat is a better use of a blade than cutting a beautiful wedding gown.” We were now in city traffic. The scenic green views of the Ozarks were replaced by tall buildings and busy sidewalks. It was my first time in the city, and I was surprised how big it actually was. It wasn’t like Los Angeles, but it wasn’t a small town.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Jayce carried on flinging more wind blades at Claude while sending more to attack what remained of the Holy Temple's retinue. "ARRRGHHH!" more acolytes died horribly. Swish! Blood sprayed everywhere when one of the wind blades lopped off the head of an acolyte and the head tumbled to the ground helplessly. Slosh! Slosh! Blood sprayed uncontrollably like a geyser. Being able to slice and destroy even the hardest of rocks, there was no doubt as to what the wind blades could do to humans.

Blade winked at me. “What did you have in mind?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. Blade grinned and flexed his fingers, his eyes glinting with excitement. “Well, since we are all here, and it’s a beautiful evening, how about us boys let our wolves stretch their legs? A brotherly run?” My heart leaped with excitement at the idea. Transforming into our wolf forms and running through the woods was an exhilarating experience that always brought us closer as brothers. Skye, who had just walked in and must have heard Blade, nodded enthusiastically.