Novel & Cerita Hidden Wrist Blade

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?"

Then closed it again. Fair point. Still… “I don’t even have a weapon.” Vance reached behind his back and pulled a second blade from his belt. Shorter than his sword. But sharp. Very sharp. He tossed it. Lena barely caught it before it hit the ground. Her eyebrows shot up. “You’re giving me a knife?” “You’ll need it.” She turned the blade in her hand. The weight felt strange. Unfamiliar. “I’ve never used one of these.” “Then today is your first day.”

I picked a quiver filled with arrows and hung it on my back before reaching for a black leather gloves as well. Satisfied with my items, I turned to walk away but paused in my next hasty step when I noticed a short blade with black leather handle lying across the wooden table and picked it up. It was light yet warm and rough around the edges but fit right into my palm like it was made just for me. There was something intriguing about the blade that makes it different from all the ones I have seen before but i just can't place my hand on what it could be. Gosh. I was still looking at it when Silas turned and stared back at me, his eyes narrowing in on the blade in my hand. I saw something lik

Hum. Another force began to stir inside Luna’s right sleeve. It was the Sanguis Blade.

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.

He did not stop there, he tied his wrist to the leg of the table, making sure he cannot move his left hand away. I spark a light from my lighter and burn the sharp tip of the blade. “What are you doing? Please… please.” “No need to beg, since you want to bleed, let me help you bleed until the last drop is drained out of your body.” I dig the blade into the inner side of his wrist, aiming at his ulnar arteries and then I slice it swiftly, purposely avoiding his tendon. He begins to bleed immediately and a bucket is placed under his hand to collect his dripping blood.

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.