Hidden Wrist Blade Novels & Stories

So, what are you going to do about him? Before I took off from the packhouse, I made sure to put the weapon I had in my pocket. It’s a blade that’s in its leather sheath. The leather is lined with metal at the bottom to protect me further. It’s a silver blade that’s been dipped in wolfsbane. I don’t want to talk about how I came across it; it’s just something I had in case I needed it. The funny thing is that I don’t think I was strong enough to use it then. Are you strong enough now?

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

The surrogate mask is heavy, but it's the only armor I have left. My fingers graze the back of my neck—the thin, raised line of scar tissue across my throat, and just above it, tucked into the coil of my hair, the Phantom Blade. A titanium needle, no thicker than a wire, its tip ground to a point that could part skin before a man could register the cold. As long as it's there, I am not a victim. I am a weapon with the safety still on. "Ms. Moore? This way."

he asked, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy whisper that sounded entirely hollow. "It's just a tactical blade, Thorne," I replied, my voice modulator throwing back the mechanical rasp, though my hands were secretly trembling behind my back. I quickly slid the weapon into its sheath, hiding it from his sight. "A custom piece I had commissioned through an underground contact. It’s uniquely weighted for low-light execution." Malakai stopped three feet from me. He didn't try to grab me this time. He just stared at the space where the blade had been, his chest rising and falling heavily.

But then… Aldrich moved. No, I felt him move. My eyes snapped open. One moment he was standing still and silent. The next, he was a blur of motion, his hand flashing to his belt and drawing a blade I hadn't even known he carried. The steel sang through the air and struck the chain binding my right wrist with such precision that it shattered. "What…" Millen's chant broke off, her head snapping toward him in shock. But Aldrich was already moving to my left wrist, his blade striking again, freeing that hand as well.

With the blade still in my hand, I chopped the man's wrist clean off and kicked him back to the ground with the blade to his throat. This one, I would question...

A fundamental, catastrophic miscalculation. The moment my hand closed around her wrist, her entire demeanor transformed. The cold, articulate strategist vanished, replaced by a cornered, feral creature fighting for its life. She didn't try to pull away. She turned into me, her body coiling, and her free hand came up from her pocket. I felt the cold, sharp, unmistakable point of a blade press against my stomach, right below my ribcage. A small, wicked-looking utility knife, the kind artists use to sharpen pencils or cut canvas. She had it pressed hard enough to promise penetration.

After he said that, he suddenly unsheathed a short sword and ruthlessly swung it toward his right hand. With a flash of the blade, he chopped his right palm off the wrist. Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

“What is it?” “A blade. I bought it for you a while back. “It has a hidden GPS tracker and the metal part is a retractable blade. I should have given you a lot sooner. I can teach you a few tricks with it later if you're interested,” “I'd love that,” He placed the cuff on my wrist and then turned my arm to clip it in place. My pulse fluttered when his thumb brushed my knuckles, chin, and lips. This time I leaned forward and kissed him deep and slow.