Blood Blade Dance Novels & Stories

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

Something haunted. Our blades danced again. She slashed at my left shoulder. I dodged. She pivoted a low sweep at my legs. I jumped. I swung, high and heavy. She blocked it, but I saw the strain in her arms. Her blade grazed my side. Pain exploded across my ribs. I growled and retaliated with a brutal slash. She ducked, but not fast enough because I caught her arm. Blood spurted. She hissed. Staggered.

Fingers, hands, arms, core, legs, feet, toes. With a focused breath, she took a single step of her dance. This launched her out of his path and sprung her forward with explosive power. At the exact same moment, she drew out her blade, sliced through his neck, and won her duel in a single, smooth motion. All anyone had seen was a blur of movement from Eva, and it took them more than a few moments to process what had actually happened. Her opponent’s lifeless body fell to the ground as his head bounced and rolled off to the side. His eyes were eternally frozen with surprise and dread at the same time.

One swift movement and my dagger found his throat. To my right, my mate danced through the fight with deadly precision, her blade a blur of silver in the dim light. She ducked beneath a wild swing, spun, and slashed through her opponent’s leg, sending him to his knees. Without hesitation, she ended him with a final strike to the heart.

Obscenely fatal. Behind me, on the wooden rack are blades and thorns. They're dulled but still they brush against my skin as I dance, and in my back I feel not pain but relief. Few streams of blood drip down my waist and yet again to the ground. I hear him lick his lips. My god, my beautiful god Thanateros approaches.

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.”

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.

With a guttural growl, he lunged towards Axe, his movements fueled by a surge of adrenaline. Time seemed to slow down once again as the knife gleamed in the pale moonlight, and Axe's senses heightened, his mind processing every detail in rapid succession. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat thundering through his veins, as his body prepared to face this new threat. Reacting with a lightning-fast reflex, Axe instinctively twisted his body to the side, narrowly evading Kaine's lethal strike. The knife sliced through the air, as it missed Axe's by an inch of his hair.

I spun around, blocking the blade with my forearm, the steel-like skin of my arm stopping it. “You’ve gotten faster,” I muttered, pushing him back with a powerful shove. “And you’ve gotten predictable,” Blackthorn shot back, his eyes glowing with amusement. He lunged at me again, faster this time, the shadows around him growing more dangerous. I countered with a blast of solar energy, the heat from the blast vaporizing the tendrils as they reached for me.

Blair noticed. And smiled. “You’re holding back,” Blair breathed, ducking another hit. “You’re afraid you’ll hurt them. That’s what makes you weak.” She slipped a hand under her cloak, drawing something gleaming. A dagger. The blade shimmered faintly in the light, a silver curve ending in a moonstone pommel. The air around it hummed with cold intent. Celeste’s blood ran cold. “Where did you...” Blair lunged. Celeste barely dodged the first strike, the dagger grazing her shoulder. She hit back, grabbing Blair’s wrist, forcing her backward toward the stairs. They struggled, boots slipping on shattered glass. The dagger flashed again, high, low, then high again.