Break Blade Broken Blade Novels & Stories

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the Great Blade high and slashed downwards towards his left hand. When he saw that Great Blade was about to fall into his hand, Cadell Marcus's fingers slightly shot out, a coin shot out towards the big knife blade, but heard a "Clang" sound, Allen Old immediately felt a strong vibration in the hand holding the knife, his palm trembled, and the Great Blade flew out of his hand and fell to the ground. The hard marble floor was cut into a slit, and the knife stuck on the ground, making a buzzing sound. Balric Alexander and Allen Old were both startled and looked towards the sword stuck on the ground.

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.

Before long her hair was cut into a short bob that was not too sloppy, and would just have to work. As the final blob of hair fell, Janice looked at the mirror for one last look. Her reflection brought the scissors to her face and then, slowly and methodically, pushed the larger outermost blade through the skin just above her chin. With a blank expression, Janice began to cut along the line of the face until there was a solid, bloody wound running all the way from her chin to hairline. With the hand not holding the scissors, Janice worked her fingers under the flap of skin and then started to pull...

Isn't it unfair how the world can turn upside down without your permission? "Move Mi Reina, please!" He pleaded but I can't seem to figure out where his soft voice is, but it's nowhere to be found, I can't even see even a single trace on it. Blade... You're already hurting me, you're already breaking me into pieces again, didn't you just fixed me? Then why are you doing this to me?

he smirk. "Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged crying. "Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned. I'm so scared right now. He looks scary,he looks like a father scolding his own daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful! "Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

"You did it. You found it." Elena looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears. "We found it. Together." But as she looked at the sword, she saw something that made her blood run cold. The blade was cracked. The light was fading. The sword was broken. Elena's heart shattered. "No. No, it can't be." Kaelen's voice was desperate. "What is it? What's wrong?" Elena's voice was barely a whisper. "The sword is broken. It's useless. We can't use it." The darkness surged forward, wrapping around them, dragging them into its depths.

Tell me what did your dad do to you? (Amy) Mom, ever since you divorced dad, dad has been bringing different women home each and every day. When I protest he beats me until I can't move. He even lost his job, he become a drunkard. The worst part is... Tears started flowing down her face. (Roslyn) WHAT DID HE DO?

Using his initial surprise, I swung my sword overhead and came down in a vertical slice. I watched in shock as he caught my sword. He held onto it and I heard the metal start to crack. My sword broke but I used the broken sword and thrust it into his stomach that was now open, his hands still raised in the air holding the piece of my sword. Roaring, he stumbled back, clutching his stomach.

"No. Robyn and I were at Layla's. We just found it broken." "Did they steal anything?" "No. Nothing. Robyn didn't think it was a big deal so we just had the door fixed." "Oh my goodness. Something is not right." The other Hachi men walked in with anger and anticipation written on their faces. "Dad, what's wrong?" "It's nothing son. How is Robyn?" Peter said. "She will be fine they are still with her. What's wrong? Tell me." "It was no accident. The police say the brakes were cut and gears tampered with. This was intentional."