Dancing Blades Novels & Stories

“It’s not even in sync with the music.” “Damn, you really don’t like my dance moves huh?” I stopped from dancing and I was already catching my breath. It was about time that the music was reeling to an end and then it suddenly changed to Careless Whisper. The intro of the music was overtly sensual, kind of dirty and I just thought of something naughty almost immediately. I began dancing like I’m inside a club for male strippers, waving my entire body from my chest to my stomach going down under. I made sure that the moves I made enhanced my muscles. August was just quiet and stern that made it somehow difficult for me to read his thoughts.

ALTHEA. I was about to turn around and look for Lucy or Patrea when Blade blocked my way. His arm snaked around my waist as he brought me to the dance floor. My eyebrows hiked up as I scoffed softly. "Don’t you have manners, Blade? It’s not polite to just grab a girl and force her to dance with you." "I’d been polite for the last thirty minutes, Althea, restraining myself from growling and grabbing someone and killing the life out of him."

I couldn't stop trembling from the pleasure. Henry pulled out a pair of scissors and quickly cut my thong away. The cool air only made my sex feel even hotter. I stared at Henry in shock. Wasn't this too revealing? No matter what, I was still his client. How could he be so rude? Sensing my confusion, he said, "Relax. This allows better circulation, and the negative energy within your body can be released." I felt a mix of shyness and fear. Henry gently rested his hand on me to reassure me as the tingling sensation kept surging through me.

I grinned with unspeakable excitement, it has always been like this, he drums, and I dance. Excitement surged through my body the minute his hands started to beat the drum majestically. Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum. With my twin swords in hand, I let the rhythm guide me, each beat coursing through my veins like a long lost melody. I moved gracefully, my feet gliding across the earth as if I were dancing on air. The blades became an extension of myself, slicing through the wind with precision and elegance, their sharp edges catching the light of the moon.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

Together, they were a force unstoppable by any ordinary foe. --- The Dance of Blades The courtyard had become a battlefield of shadows and steel. Every movement demanded precision; every strike was a gamble with life itself. Seraphina’s heart pounded, each beat echoing like a drum of war. She and Kai moved together with uncanny synergy, reading each other’s motions without a word.

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

Obscenely fatal. Behind me, on the wooden rack are blades and thorns. They're dulled but still they brush against my skin as I dance, and in my back I feel not pain but relief. Few streams of blood drip down my waist and yet again to the ground. I hear him lick his lips. My god, my beautiful god Thanateros approaches.

I could still remember the sensation his fingers brought to me when they slid inside me but I can’t let it distract me even further. He was surprised when I rose from my seat. “Are you going to dance in that state?” “You gave me no choice.” I licked his earlobe while caressing his jaw. “I’m not wearing anything underneath. And love, that wasn’t a lie this time. You ripped my panties, remember?” Before Blade could threaten me again, I rushed to the dance floor and danced with the hybrids. I taught them how to dance and laughed when I saw them try hard. Even Sir Onyx looked like he was letting loose tonight.