Hidden Wrist Blade Novels & Stories

With the sound, the sharp blade is drawn out of its sheath, and in the deep forest with the wind bursts, it is shining with the cold blaze. Then, Mary Kinson rolled up the cuff of her right hand completely, and then took a Swiss knife and ripped it down at the joint, without blinking her eyelashes, and her movements were neat. There was a stabbing pain in the concern, and then warm blood slipped down the wrist. She pointed her palm towards the grass, and the bright red blood glowed with light. When it dripped on the grass leaves, it was absorbed instantly like magic.

she asked me. I rolled on my back, trying to alleviate the pain on my guts. It will probably take me a week the regenerate than much skin. “If only I could,” I said. She extended her right hand sharply in one smooth motion. A sword maybe two feet long swung out of nowhere and extended in her hand. In a spit second, she was armed. The blade was glistening and well cared for. I looked at the crystals on her wrists. Were they where the blade has been stored. I saw no other option. Then I looked at the other crystal on her other wrist. Two swords.

X calmly reversed his blade, so that the spine was against his forearm. He pushed his arm to the side and with a flicked his wrist. “AAAHHH” shouted the man. With in the flick of his wrist, X cut though the man’s hand and the handle of the axe. The reaction was so fast that the mans fingers and handle to the axe fell as one, while his fingers attempted to grip the axe’s handle. X did not stop there. He quickly retracted the blade, dropped his elbow and pushed up.

He gripped both my tiny wrist in his bigger hands, keeping me from further attacking him and I struggled to claw at his face. Blade held tightly to my wrist and I couldn't move my hands. I groan defeatedly and just lay there on top of his body. The jerk smiled and watched me silently. I couldn't tell if he was focused on my trembling lips or if he was looking down into my shirt. Dead silence except for the sound of our breathing passed between us and he cracked a smile still lying on the kitchen floor. I wasn't scowling at him, only staring back into his green eyes mesmerized. Blade slowly released my wrists and instead of attacking him again, I remained rather immobile as his chest continue

Janus looked at their faces and added. "What's scariest about Boss is his martial ability." Rhein and Sliver watched on as Jared gently moved his wrist. His long fingers seemingly possessed powers unimaginable as he twirled a dagger in them. The dagger looked extremely thin and was just a tad bit longer than a normal one. He raised his hand a little and the dazzling dark purple crystal inlaid on the hilt radiated a cold yet alluring glint.

He turned away, rummaging through a nearby box. Metal clinked ominously. He returned holding a heavy chain and a small, sharp knife. “What…” I started, my voice trembling. “What are you going to do with that? What are you doing!” He didn’t answer. He crouched down suddenly and seized my left wrist in a bruising grip. Before I could pull away, the blade pressed against my skin at the joint where my hand met my arm. With a slow, deliberate slice, he drew the knife down toward the end of my wrist.

“Inspect.” === Item: Dull Firewood Axe Description: A dull axe used to chop firewood. Effect: +50% Firewood Chopping Speed Durability: Unbreakable, bound to the player. === Ping! [New Hidden Title Unlocked: Bladeless.] Puzzled by this new hidden title, Zen wondered what he did to earn such a thing. It wasn’t his first hidden title, but the gamer hoped it was better than the last. === Bladeless Description: Turns anything you hold into a deadly blade as long as you will it.

I fought the urge to grab his hands. Instead, I used my right hand to pull the knife from my pocket, slashing hard at the artery on his wrist! My movements were smooth and quick, almost like I had done this before. Reflexes like that made me question who I truly was. He screamed and let go, staring at his wounded hand, but he couldn't stop the bleeding no matter what he did. I wiped the blade clean. As expected of the knife the housekeeper had used for decapitating those young women. It was razor-sharp indeed.

He drops the hood of his cloak, pushes wet strands of dark hair back from his eyes, silver eyes taking in every nook and cranny of the space. I turn to go inside further, when something tugs on my sleeve. My eyes snap to Zen. He’s looking at my hand instead. Something cold presses to my palm. A metal sheath comes in view, smaller than my hand. A blade that can be easily concealed. I give his hand a squeeze, the sheath a barrier between our palms. Then I let go, and turn around.

Alpha Blade POV My eyes went to the wrist watch on my hand and I couldn’t help but notice that Emily was forty minutes late. A pint of beer was dropped on my table and when I looked up, my eyes met the stern eyes of the old lady that owned the coffee shop. “You shouldn’t have come here, Blade.” She said. “It’s too risky.”