Novel & Cerita Blood Blade Dance

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

And Moon Goddess, it is the most breathtaking thing I have ever seen. ​She doesn't use brute strength or heavy swords. She dances through the blood-soaked chaos with terrifying, fluid grace. A massive, hulking hybrid swipes a set of wicked silver claws at her head. Kael ducks effortlessly, sliding across the damp stone floor right between the beast's legs. ​She pops up behind it, her movements as sharp and quick as a striking viper. ​Before the hybrid can even turn around, Kael vaults herself up, planting a boot squarely against the cavern wall for leverage. She launches herself onto the rogue's back, wrapping her thighs tightly around its thick neck.

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.

He felt the shift in the air pressure, the sudden, violent displacement of the holographic cherry blossoms. The white blade materialized aimed directly at Dax's neck. Dax ducked, the blinding corrupted sub-ether searing the collar of his leather cut as it passed over him. He spun on his heel, driving his Phase-Knife in a brutal upward arc toward the Shogun's exposed chrome ribs. CLANG. The Shogun parried the strike with blinding speed, the clash of blue and white sub-ether sending a localized shockwave through the courtyard that cracked the obsidian floor beneath their boots.

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.

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.

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.