Dancing Blades Novels & Stories

But wait don't you think this needs a dance yeah i think so. I played " No more sad song by Little Mix" and i kept dancing yeah apart from food the thing i love most in this world is dancing sometimes i do go for competitions done in the streets and i always come as the winner well you know what my mum knows about my obesity with music and dancing but she doesn't know i go for competitions why because she hates it she doesn't want me to go to music line. She get furious anytime she sees me doing it but i don't care why because I am me. I danced for like two hours but i kept feeling I am forgetting something i wonder what that is. Oh my God my job! its past an hour already what am I gonna do

Maya Cyrus counted the tickets for the second time before putting them into their envelopes. There were five tickets in total and she intended on giving them to her parents, siblings and Wanda at dinner later that day. The tickets were for a production by the American Ballet Theatre where she was a ballerina. Maya's interest in ballet was noticed first by her mother when she was six, and she joined an academy when she was seven. Maya served as an apprentice and joined some of the Ballet Theatre's production as a corps de ballet dancer but when she turned sixteen, she joined the theatre officially.

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.

His eyes were on me—only me—silver blade spinning idly in his hand as if we were about to dance. The crowd sensed it too. The roar shifted, less frenzy now, more… hunger. Thousands of bodies leaning forward in the stands, waiting for the collision. My shadows writhed, furious, eager. Dante smiled. And we moved. The first clash split the air like thunder. My shadows hammered down in a storm, spears and blades crashing toward him from every angle. He met them all, silver slicing arcs that seemed too clean, too precise to be human. Sparks lit the dust between us, a storm inside a storm.

It was no ordinary blade, curling and forming the shape of a crescent moon, it’s edge uncomfortably sharp. Ember bent backwards, her body arching in the same fashion as Dina’s stolen blade. For a moment, it looked like she might fall over. She narrowly missed losing her head, and as the dagger passed inches above her face, she straightened up and launched an attack that clipped Dina in the shoulder.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Blade’s anger rises and he tightens his hands into fists as his mind recalls Graves’ claim on her and wonders if he tried to skip out with her. Blade looks around the room his anger growing until his eyes land on the balcony doors, quietly walking over Blade stops in the doorway and scans the balcony until his eyes land on a figure leaning on the railing. Elizabeth watches fascinated as the ceremony ends and the members of the kingdom start to party. Music seems to magically appear at a level that is just below hurting to the ears. Elizabeth smiles enjoying the scenes below until Clara’s senses flare with the feeling of someone watching her. Elizabeth straightens and slowly turns around, fea

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

I held out my grandmother’s grimoire and began to read the alliance binding ceremony scripture. “By the Moon Goddess and her almighty being, we ask for support in the alliance between the Red Night Pack and the Eclipse Pack. We come to you through the unity of blood ties.” I was surprised as to how even my voice sounded. My mother handed me a dagger with ancient runes covering the handle. I cut my palm and outstretched my arm, squeezing my fist to push blood to drop onto the ground below me. I hissed as I cut myself, but the pain was short lived as my healing ability kicked in.

His blade whistled through the air, striking with calculated force, while I countered with agility and determination. We danced around the ring, our footwork a symphony of steps, lunges, and parries. The sound of metal meeting metal filled the air, the clash of our blades echoing throughout the training area. Every strike and block was a testament to our years of training and the mutual respect we shared.