Dancing Blades Novels & Stories

“So all this is just about the payout, hm?” Instead of attacking, Eva shook her head. “The dancing means lots too,” answered Eva. “Learned plenty about myself, my body. Same thing with the blades. Who I am. Sorry, sounds dumb.” “Good answer. And no, that sounds pretty wise to me. At least, from a Drogar bladedancer’s point of view.” The two of them traded a few more blows back and forth as Eva tightened up her moves. She found them seeping into her muscle memory with each moment that passed.

Rebel POV. I stand from my bar stool; I begin to dance as I make my way through the crowd. Esmee Denters Outta Here is playing. Whoever requested this is a fucking legend. I twirl, taking out the concealed blade that is strapped to the inside of my thigh. As I twirl again, I flick my wrist and it hits its target. Raising my arms in the air, I move my hips as I dance towards James. I smirk, seeing he is dead. I walk away, still dancing. I don’t need to worry about my prints being on anything, as I have the latest tech on my fingertips that conceals them.

It was clear to both of them that Shaun had no idea how to hold a blade defensively. Dasha decided to risk it and began stalking Shaun, dancing from side to side, her heels clicking on the floor tiles as Shaun swung the knife. It was a truly amazing and horrifying sight to see the elegant older woman with her hair in complete disarray and Shaun's blood smeared down her white fitted sweater.

Their blades clashed and danced with one another in what seemed to be an endless waltz of danse macabre as snow began to fall around them, as though the heavens were beginning to mourn for what is to come. And the sound of blades crashing against one another was ringing so loudly in her ears, the winds growing colder in what seemed to be like mounting dread as she found her own strength beginning to leave her the moment his blade had scraped her forearm, then her collar (silver, Aria realized as she bit back a curse, the blade was purely made of silver) whilst her enemy continued to advance in a bitter irony of finding herself in the defensive now compared to how this all began.

“I’m Julius. This is Liam and Mark. We’ll be your opponents since you fools thought you could just walk in and win.” He says it like we’re already buried. I take a long drag of my cigar, blow the smoke right in his smug face, then toss it to the floor. “I don’t need introductions.” I crack my neck left, then right. “I need blood.” I toss my gun aside, unsheathing my twin blades, forged with wolfsbane and reinforced silver. The blades hum. “Let’s dance, assholes.” They move like lightning. Julius lunges for me—fangs bared, claws slicing through the air. I twist, barely dodging as he rakes a claw across my chest armor. The metal screeches in protest but holds. Bastard has strength.

The strings followed next, adding soft, haunting notes. With each beat, the magic around Althea pulsed stronger. The wind blades swirled faster, the water blade glimmered like liquid moonlight, and the flame blade curved through the air like a living ribbon. The ice blade left faint trails of frost that shimmered briefly before vanishing. She moved with perfect control, her expression serene, completely lost in the flow of it. Every motion was fluid, yet carried a strength that made even the most seasoned warriors stare in awe.

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

Each stab avoided my critical organs. I begged him to let me go, but he said, "Didn't you say you would always be with me, my darling?" I tried to flee when he went to the bathroom, but he caught me. He forced me to the balcony while brandishing his knife; I left a vivid trail of blood from the living room to the balcony. Underneath the moonlight, he stared at my right hand like a starved beast. Ultimately, he swung the blade at me, stabbing me in the heart. Then, he shoved me off the balcony of our apartment, which was on the 20th floor.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

I quickly stood up, muttering a brief apology to her, and faced Annabelle once more. “We can harm but not kill. How fascinating,” Annabelle remarked, producing her cherished twin blades. My eyes widened at the sight. I hadn't expected her to fight me with her blades. "Ready for your doom?" she taunted. She attacked me with her dual blades, forcing me to defend against them. Evading her kicks and blows with those blades proved challenging. As I attempted to parry her attacks, one of the blades grazed my hand, sending a shock of pain through my body. My focus on the pain left me vulnerable to another blade strike, which sliced through my dress and into my arm. I clutched my wounded arm, blood