Hidden Wrist Blade Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

she said. He adjusted her grip from beside her — not from behind, not surrounding, but lateral, which kept her sightlines clear and her instinct to flinch from activating. He moved her index finger a centimeter along the grip and repositioned her thumb and the difference in the blade's balance was immediate. "Oh," she said, before she could stop it. "Yes," he said. He stepped back to his original position. "The weight distributes through the grip, not the wrist. When you hold it from the wrist you're fighting the blade instead of directing it."

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

She whispered under her breath, "He taught me well." He charged again, blades aimed in a deadly cross-cut, but she ducked under the first and caught his wrist mid-swing on the second. Her grip was solid. She twisted hard, a sickening pop echoed in the room as his wrist dislocated. The blade clattered to the floor. But he was not done. With his other hand, he jabbed a hidden dagger forward, slicing across her ribs. She cried out, the sharp sting flashing white in her vision. Blood spilled fast, hot and metallic.

I felt the wind from her blade as it sailed by my face, but instead of defending myself, which would've entailed hurting her in some way, I went into retreat, gliding back on my heels and out of the way. She came in fast, and I had no choice this time but to ward her off, but still, I did the least amount of damage I could in the circumstances by hitting her wrist with the heel of my hand in just the right way to get the results I wanted. The blade clattered to the old cement floor with a clanging sound. "I'm not…" I started to explain myself, but she came in low and fast, and this time both hands held the blades she'd grabbed from their hidden place at her sides. Stupid me watched in fascin

Rain started feeling a familiar nightmarish tickle under her gut. Luna's fingers also twitched a little when she glanced from the corner. A silver blade with a pitch black hilt manifested inside his grip. A thick black chain also wrapped his wrist. Creed's eyes flashed an orange glint. The fabric of space seemed to be caving around the blade's edge that oozed out a thick black misama invisible to naked eyes. "Thanks!" Creed uttered and extended his arm toward him, "Anway! Here… Take this…" "Excuse me?"

A small, thin figure lay beneath a white sheet. As they passed by, the stretcher swayed, and the sheet slipped, revealing a charred wrist. Around that wrist was a metal bangle. Though it was blackened and warped by fire, Luca recognized it in an instant. It was the base of the hidden weapon he had personally fastened onto my wrist, while he had given Sofia the spring-loaded knife inside. "No…" Luca's knee buckled as if someone had struck him from behind, sending him straight down onto the ground littered with ash and broken glass.

A sharp look crossed Chase's face as he raised his right hand. A weak light glowed in his palm. It looked like a blade had appeared within it. A lethal sword aura surrounded it as it lowered the temperature around. Chase flicked his fingers next, producing a loud cracking sound. The bronze punch was sliced in half by the blade. The flesh on the old man's hand tore open, with blood gushing out ceaselessly.

Another walked in, carrying a small case. Inside: compact weapons. A thin blade that could be hidden in the hem of a dress. A micro‑pistol designed to fit in the palm and pass most standard scans. A garrote line that looked like a decorative chain. “Personal choices,” the handler said. “Choose two.” Lys’s hands hovered over them. Her fingers went to the blade first. It balanced perfectly between her fingers, weight familiar. She could feel a ghost memory of sliding a knife into a thigh holster under a tuxedo of Kael’s eyes flicking down to note it and back up with something like amused exasperation