Blood Blade Dance Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Damian, who had been listening to everything on the side, suddenly looked up and said, "You didn't even spare a baby who was barely three months old? You're such a bastard!" Blade's eyes turned cold. He pointed at Damian and said, "I'm going to stab your mouth before I kill you!" With that, a powerful force suddenly erupted from Blade's body. He bent his arm and immediately charged toward Damian like a military tank, planning to attack him with his elbow. Damian remained unfazed. A faint sneer appeared on his lips. Then, he thrust his palms forward and pushed hard. A gust of wind arose, the air rippling and whistling around his palms.

I dropped the fairy dust blade “I’m interested in that collection” Caraven looked at me for a moment, as if deciding if he should go down that path or not. But he lost against his instincts. “Give me a minute. They’re inside” He retreated into a mini door I had not noticed earlier. The room was pin drop quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat. Get the blade and leave. I sang in my head till he returned with a rolled up blanket. Flopping it on the only empty table in the room, he unrolled it and there it lay. Exactly as seen earlier in the castle.

He raises two fingers and motions for me to come at him. Let’s finish this. I charge at him, my boots pounding the ground, dagger gripped, ready for a dance of danger. Three. I deflect his punch with my elbow and swing the blade. Two. He reels back, I let my dagger fall from my right, then snatch it with my left hand. One. The sharp edge of my dagger slices along his cheekbone, and a bloom of scarlet blood follows. Heart hammering, chest heaving, and the sweet feeling of victory bubbling in my chest, I step back. My smile is triumphant, wild.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

Mira rushed towards her, grabbed the candle holder from the hallway and smashed it on the man's face as he tried to pounce on them. He screamed when a glass pierced in his skin. Durga gasped in horror when he stabbed the air furiously as he wasn't able to see anything. The girls stepped back from him but there was another man behind them. Mira smashed another candle holder and smacked his head before kicking him off the stairs. When Damon entered the house he saw what was happening upstairs, he rushed towards the girls and Durga gasped when grabbed the man from behind and sliced his throat with his own knife. Durga froze in her place when the blood sprawled on her face and white dress.

Maya exclaimed in the stands. Xander also nodded secretly. After getting a place for the competition, it was evident that Omar cultivated hard again. As Omar approached Trevor, he let out a long roar, "The Dance of Fire and Ice!" Omar's Dual Blades of Fire and Ice slashed out dazzling sword lights. In an instant, the surrounding air was covered with ice blue and fiery red light. Then, as if being washed away by crushed ice and flames, the cold and scorching air swept through alternately.

I muttered as I clashed the sharp-edged sword down her waist which she swiftly blocked. “You must be referring to yourself,” Denise replied and swung her blade in the air. With a leap from flickering, she clattered the sword. I hastily diverged around, letting her drop down and forcefully kick her back which she then sensed. She bolted away followed by a backstroke with her sword that I didn’t expect. “You play foul filthy.” “Remember there’s no clean battlefield, Adira.” My mouth swung open when she mentioned my name. Left unalarmed, she took the opportunity and hit me in the head. Enough to knock me down at my knees.

I declare before running towards Blade as I strike my sword at his. Blade shifted back a little, as he prevented the sword from touching him. Each time I strike the sword, he would always shift back, and he hasn't even used his sword at me. I became tired and at the same time mad. "I said you should fight with me, not dance around with me," I yelled, which causes a cold chill to fill the atmosphere. "Do I look like a joke to you?" I asked with a very loud voice, which causes Blade to quickly place his right knee on the floor, as he also uses his sword as a means of supporting his gesture. "I henceforth dare not to take you as a joke my Lady!" Blade said, and it seems that he has a habit of s

Vampires don't die immediately when you stab them, but it is certain that vampires will die when you slash their heads and now, to her dismay, Mila has to admit that Liam is in a far more advantageous position than her. “You didn't say this was a fight to the death,” Mila still didn't budge and was stubborn as usual. Meanwhile, Liam laughed and released his grip on Mila's head, letting her free. “Can you draw this sword? It's very annoying," he said quietly. The word 'annoying' felt too good to be compared to how Liam felt right now, as he felt his consciousness would disappear and he would faint in the middle of the arena in no time.

The old man gritted his teeth, enduring his pain, and forced himself to get up. He then called the others to charge at Fane. “Grahh!” The group drew out their fine swords, one by one, and rushed toward Fane. “Since you guys want to dance with death so badly, I’ll grant your wish!” Fane flipped his palm, and the black-metal sword appeared in his hand. Fwoosh! Fane flicked his wrist as slashes from the sword formed terrifying pressurized wind blades that flew toward the group. Just like that, the men fell to the floor, lifeless.