Blood Blade Dance Novels & Stories

The impact echoed, but he barely staggered. “You bleed like the rest,” he growled and struck. A brutal blow caught her ribs. Stars burst behind her eyes. She gasped, stumbling sideways, vision swimming. Not now. Gritting her teeth, she brought both blades up defensively as he pressed the attack. Each strike rang out like a hammer on steel. She parried one, two—but the third clipped her shoulder. Pain flared. Still, she moved. A dancer in a storm of claws and fury. Then she saw it, his overreach.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

Boom! Sword ray and essence overflowed simultaneously. The others didn't even have time to react, including the nine eighth-levels. Only a few could see what was happening clearly. Just after Adrian drew the Divine Frost Slayer Blade, Caleb suddenly rushed forward and unsheathed his own blade. He slashed downward, unleashing a barbaric sword ray that fiercely descended toward Adrian's head. It was a straightforward strike, devoid of fancy maneuvers, but brimming with unmatched power.

Rylan was just surprised because things happened so fast and he just noticed that Dylan was standing in front of him as he extended his hand as if inviting him to dance. He didn't do anything else but accept the hand that was extended in front of him, when he grabbed it they went to the center where the dance was held. The strength of his chest beats, Rylan feels as if he and Dylan are about to get married, even though the truth is that only a simple dance will take place.

Philly said as his mind was on Daisy. “Then you will die first.” Craig said and lunged at Philly again. Paul was faster and this time, his hand stopped the blade from reaching Philly. He forcefully knocked off Craig's sword. Paul sword, shinny, levitated itself from his hand and started circling Craig, going faster by the seconds, dancing round him as it Slash his body. Craig tried to use magic on the sword which only backfired to him. The dancing sword circling him, and finally brought out a bright light which surrounded and shone on him, and when it was gone, so was Craig.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

The fiery developments took place from gentle to urgent, becoming more and more passionate between two strangers. Body scent mixed with sweat makes a night of sex like a fierce and thrilling wild hunt. Like he transformed into a hungry wolf enjoying his prey, in space continuously emitted soft moans that provoked the primitive instincts in the male body. Holding hands, both bodies synchronize to a rhythm. Waking up in the morning, bed sheets scattered, two bodies entwined. Rian felt extremely numb, she tried to move a little, everywhere was aching, she discovered that her limbs were limited, unable to move.

I scream with each of his thrusts as he holds onto the angel blade stabbing me through the thigh and holding me to the floor. Black spots invade my vision. Blotting out the world around me. Blaze screams out as my pain and his pain meld together. Once the males realize my pain is Blaze's pain and crippling his ability to really fight back; they stab another knife through my other hand. The angel blade is then pulled free and stabbed through my other thigh.

The girl expressed her desire for Doll to scream, but she refused to adhere to her whims, staring directly still. She showed no fear, as she sat with composition. "Go ahead! Even if I become blind, I will remember everyone and everything that I love clearly," she spoke in a loud voice. "I am not even scared. Who are you for me to be scared at?" The girl's maniacal face gradually turned angry with Doll's stalwart attitude. "I'm BladeGirl, you scrape!" She removed her hand that was squeezing Doll's face and picked something out from her back. Showing it, she swung a long blade out, and quickly slashes it down to her!