Blades Urban Dictionary Novels & Stories

he muttered, not daring to share his attention with the cloud separated from us through the windshield. "We have to do something that would destroy it forever," I muttered and Liam groaned in anger. "You are distracting me!" He snapped. I reached into my purse and pulled out the blade again, holding it tightly. Liam finally looked at me, his brows raised in surprise. "That blade…" "It kills demons," I said and he smiled in relief. I unsheathed the blade, waiting for it to sneak in. The drums began to play again, faster and stronger. The louder the drums got, the light-headed we became.

"I thought you were going to tell me more about your little project! Come on, keep talking!" "I am going to peel the skin from your face for that." His voice dropped into a dangerous, vibrating register that made the air itself seem to tremble. He swiped his left hand through the air, and three sharp, purple psychic blades materialized, launching straight at my chest with deadly precision.

Jones suggested while stuttering and unable to look straight in her eyes. Blades' eyes bulge out of their sockets. "What? "Are you insane?" "N-no, but w-we don't have any choices now." Blade rushed to Jones and held him in the collar. The other member tried to stop her. "The fuck are you spouting? Do you want me to rip off that mouth of yours? "

I took off again just as four blades converged on the spot, slicing clean through the metal platform. I pushed myself harder, leaping through the whirring blades and crashing onto the final platform. Yet, just when I thought all is well, the blades spun faster, doubling in sizes, their sharp edges glinting in the torchlight. Worst part was that, they were lined up in the tight pathway, as if they're some obedient pupils, dangerously approaching me, "Guys, I'm not your teacher..."

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

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

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.

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.