Dancing Blades Novels & Stories

As Lou spoke he waved one of the small blades in the air makins slashing and jabbing motions while he continued his impromptu lesson. “I think for the second round you should use these, you are comfortable with a blade and if I do say so, quite proficient at separating flesh from bone.” Lou extended his hand and Mj took the small dagger, that just so happened to look not so small in her hand. She spun it around in her hand twirling it and touching the edges almost as if she were hypnotized, she nodded slowly and Dante put his hand over hers as she ran her finger over the blade, causing Mj to look up into his eyes again setting her core instantly on fire

I engaged in the dance of blades, joining the fray with an intensity matched only by the Luna's guard. Steel met steel, creating a symphony of clashing weapons. The sound reverberated through the room, drowning out all other noise. Every strike I made was fueled by years of pent-up frustration, a desire to prove my worth. My opponents fought valiantly, their blades moving with the grace of seasoned warriors. Blood stained the ground beneath our feet, a stark reminder of the brutality of our clash. The metallic scent filled the air, mingling with the sweat-soaked atmosphere. Each blow landed with a jarring impact, sending vibrations up my arm, but I refused to yield.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

Minx had been slow to calm, but when she had, a sheepish look had stolen across her features, and she'd exclaimed, “Bit rash, huh?” “Mm, mayhap, a teeny, tiny, bit,” I'd teased, as I'd held up my thumb and forefinger—a minute space separating the two pads. ~~ Time passed, and the alcohol flowed, and I was out on the dance floor again, dancing with a man who was drop-dead gorgeous, when suddenly he released me and my arm was grabbed from behind, and swinging me around until I was facing him, Nathan snarled, “He had his goddamn hands all over you.”

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

I curved myself into a haft smile before I drink straight the water beside my plate as they change the topic again. Dancing brought me to life , after Mom died because of the accident dancing ballet become the chain of hope for me. Dancing makes me happy and I'm continue dancing because I wanted to be happy. It's understandable that Mommy Adie ask about my legs, because legs and feet is the most important body parts for ballerinas. I can't continue dancing if my legs is injured and my feet is stiffed. "Start eating now Svanna" Vicenzo hissed commanding me while tapping his fingers on the table impatiently eyeing me.

He jabbed a few more times, which I dodged by dancing away. It seemed nothing I could say would make a difference. I sent power into my blades. They grew to the size of short swords. They felt like an extension of my body. I spun and slashed at him with each sword in turn. Each blade landed a slice, one on his arm and the other on his leg. The crowd backed away a step as the leader howled. "Stop. This is a losing battle," I said.