Flash Of The Blade Lyrics Novels & Stories

he muttered, not daring to share his attention with the cloud separated from us through the windshield. "We have to do something that would destroy it forever," I muttered and Liam groaned in anger. "You are distracting me!" He snapped. I reached into my purse and pulled out the blade again, holding it tightly. Liam finally looked at me, his brows raised in surprise. "That blade…" "It kills demons," I said and he smiled in relief. I unsheathed the blade, waiting for it to sneak in. The drums began to play again, faster and stronger. The louder the drums got, the light-headed we became.

“If we don’t make it” Silas cut him off with a kiss. Hard. Real. “Shut up. We’re making it.” Then they drew their blades And faced the rising dark together. Because truth is a blade And someone always bleeds for it.

"When you wake up, the real fun begins." "Please..." I gasped, my tongue clumsy, too thick. Black spots swam at the edges of my vision. "Don't...do this..." Her smile was the last thing I saw before the darkness took me. A crescent blade, sharp and pitiless, flashing in the dark. Then there was nothing.

Oh, god of lightning and fury thunder hear my plead, grant me the strength of a lightning strike accompanied by a thunderclap. I squeezed my eyes open as my eyes lit up with power unleashed with a gleam of golden lightning. Thundering flash!!! In an instant, a sheer force of lightning violently crashes the ground as I bolted in speed dashing out a sword slash in an ascending swing towards the gorilla’s charge. I draw out my sword from his sheath with intense speed swinging it. A flash of steel and everything in my part was slice up with a huge. Boom?

“Look, I know things are rough, but—” “I said not now,” she snapped, her voice loud enough to break a glass. A muscle in Blade’s jaw ticked. “I’m just trying to—” “Help?” Lyric let out a bitter laugh. “You don’t get to ‘help’ me, Blade. You don’t get to act like you care when all you’ve done is play games and lust after me. I don’t have time for this.” Blade took a step back, hurt flickering in his eyes. “Lyric, I—”

" Liam pulled out the knife I'd found on the balcony and slowly stalked toward me. I backed away and splashed him with paint. "Don't come any closer! I'll destroy your paintings if you take another step!" Sure enough, he stopped. His eyes turned frosty as he snarled, "I'll destroy you if you touch my paintings." Despite his words, I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook even if I didn't do anything. I threw a bucket full of paraffin oil at him before grabbing a lighter from the drawer. I lit it and threw it at him.

Lyra Nova is pissed. Alex is pissed. Nate is pissed. Father is pissed. And I? Well, I’m having the time of my life. My silver blade sings as it slices through flesh. A beautiful little aria in C-sharp murder. “Honestly, Grammy-worthy. My hands are now stained with blood, not that I mind. The wolves around me are hesitating. Oh, they’ve seen war, they’ve seen warriors, but they have never seen someone like me.

I really love you. Through the lines, I only read his reluctance. Without hesitation, I blocked the number that I could recite even in my dreams. On the wedding day, Colin, covered in blood, crawled across the road and blocked our path. Through the car window, I saw him drag himself toward us. He shouted, "Selena, help me! I regret it so much. Come and see me." It was a horrific scene, making me jump. Lucien quickly covered my eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away."

I look back at the shadow, but the face remains emotionless. My knees give out. The wolfsbane on the blade burns immediately, crawling like acid through my veins. My heart struggles to beat around the blade, the organ starting to give out. I can’t breathe. Lyra’s scream pierces through the air. She lunges forward, catching me just before I collapse completely. My reflection dissolves back into a shadow, until it disappears. Like it was never there. And I can barely see through the dark cloud taking over my vision, but I hear him.

The blade passed harmlessly through, leaving nothing but rippling darkness in its wake. Kael didn’t stop. He pivoted instantly, dragging his blade back across the arc where the figure reformed. This time, he infused the strike with everything he had—speed, force, and a raw edge of fury that burned through his veins. The shadows recoiled. Not much. But enough. A faint ripple—like something real had been touched. “There you are,” Kael muttered. Behind him, Lira darted forward, her twin blades flashing as she slashed through the lingering tendrils. “So it can be hit,” she said, breath steady despite the tension. “That’s something.”