Dancing Blades Novels & Stories

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Lord Red Cloud suddenly stopped laughing and, in an unexpected move, threw three shining blades at Kiran, which caught him by surprise. "Kiran, be careful!" shouted the people from Dragonsland instinctively. Kiran didn’t move but watched the approaching spinning blades. These blades were shaped like five-pointed stars, each tip a curved, razor-sharp edge. The three blades attacked from different angles—one directly aimed at the forehead. This way, the person who was attacked would suffer attacks from three directions. Any hit from these blades would be fatal.

But the hardness in his eyes hadn’t faded. If anything, it looked worse. Like something was bothering him. And the strange part was— I couldn't stop watching him. The dancers stepped into formation below, swords gleaming under the torchlight. Their movements were precise and practiced, blades spinning in arcs, boots hitting the wooden platform in time with the music. It was beautiful, mind blowing. Elegant. Exactly the kind of display meant to impress the court. But every time the blades flashed, the light caught Zyran’s face for just a second.

Except it is a dance of blades. Baldy makes his way to the ring and takes his stance opposite me. He winks at me and licks his lips in the most obscene of ways. Maybe I should aim for his tongue first. I tuck the strands of hair behind my ear and stretch out my right hand in front of me with the blade held tight. The tip gleams under the sunlight, it momentarily blinds me and I stagger back slightly. This elicits a laugh from Baldy. “Sweetheart, why don’t you just give up? You can’t even stand straight!”

Two blades gleamed in the low light. Shit.

Her hips moved in rhythm with the drums, her feet light as air. The crowd grew silent, all eyes fixed on her. Then came the blades. Two slender swords were thrown at her, and she caught them smoothly, still able to maintain a balance on her tiptoes. After that, the music changed. It became deeper and heavier. Nysera twirled with the blades, her body gliding between the flashes of steel like liquid fire. She threw the two blades up in the sky, managing to throw a clean flip and catching the swords, right before they hit the ground.

Her mastery of the elements was a dance of nature's fury, a symphony of destruction and renewal. Valeria's dual blades glinted in the dim light as she wove a dance of death amidst the shadows. Her agile movements were a testament to her years of training as a rogue, effortlessly sidestepping attacks and delivering precise, lethal strikes. With a whispered incantation, she conjured illusions that bewildered her enemies, leaving them vulnerable to her swift and deadly assaults.

Gretchen swings her blades stylishly like the center of attraction in a choreographic display. She moves as fast and gentle as the wind and her blades create sounds as they cut through the air, missing her target, Gabriel’s head. Gabriel dodges her attacks; he is at a disadvantage as he finds little space to return an attack of his own. His glowing blue eyes move left to right, creating little traces of light in this dark building, their fight looks like a dance similar to the Chinese martial arts dance, one dodging and the other attacking.