Hidden Wrist Blade Novels & Stories

Every movement was fluid, like mercury. "It is perfect," she admitted, and stopped in front of me, barely an arm's length away. "As if it were poured over me. It does not restrict my movement." She extended her arm and showed me the hidden seam at her wrist. With a single, barely noticeable motion, she slid out one of the black steel daggers. The blade flashed in the morning light, then disappeared into its sheath just as quickly. "And the weapons?" I asked, trying to focus on the technical details and not on how her chest rose and fell beneath the tight material.

The room yielded nothing, fueling my desperation. I needed to act before anyone would come in. Weakness gripped me, dizziness clouding my vision. And then, there it was—a blade, lying innocently beneath the bed. Grasping it, I knew it was time to sever the lifeline in my wrist, to end it all.

I fastened the small clasps at my back with quick fingers, the fabric whispering against my skin like a vow. My hands moved next to the vanity, to the carved ivory box I had hidden from even Mira. Inside lay the blade—a thin, ceremonial dagger with a hilt of obsidian and a kiss of emerald at its tip. A gift from a witch who had once warned me: “There will come a night when words are useless, and only steel will speak for you.”

She makes a small sound against my mouth that I know no one else heard and her fingers tighten in mine. Siobhan starts the applause. ✦ ✦ ✦ The holster sits flush against my leg, inner thigh. Custom fit, thin leather, completely invisible under the train of the dress. The knife straps to my right — a $xed blade, four inches, the one I've carried since I was twenty-two, the one my father doesn't know about. Wedding appropriate, I think, straightening the train in the anteroom before we walk into the reception. For a wedding like this one, in a world like this one, absolutely wedding appropriate. Luca catches me adjusting the strap through the fabric when he comes

I asked, brushing my fingers over his wrist. He hesitated, his thumb tracing idle circles on my waist as though stalling. “This was left behind when Ronald and I tried tracking one of the spies. We didn’t exactly find any of our men with them, but we heard whoever it was speaking with someone. Before we could make out who it was, this was thrown at us, and they escaped.” He finally uncurled his fingers, revealing a narrow blade no longer than my hand. Sleek, blackened steel, sharpened to a wicked point on both ends.

"And you are fighting tomorrow. So you will learn it right now." She reached down to her boot. Her hand came up holding a small, wicked-looking hunting knife. The blade was dark steel, sharpened to a razor edge. I took a step back. "What are you doing with that?" "Give me your arm," she demanded. I shook my head. "No." Yvara stepped forward, grabbed my wrist with her free hand, and yanked my arm toward her. Her grip was like an iron vice. I tried to pull away, but she held me completely still. She pressed the blade against the inside of my forearm.

"The other girl also has one." Roughly, my wrist become loosened, and the cuffs around me fall slightly, as the guardsman took ahold of my wrist and turned it over. Down the base of my longest vein was the sword itself, with the hilt of the blade stopping right where my palm met the joint. Wrapped around the length of the sword was a chain, acting like it was holding it back. From behind that, were a set of two wings on either side. Colored in pure black.

Not that I care. I hold out my left hand for a shake. He stares at my hand in confusion and then shakes it begrudgingly. In one quick, fluid motion, I tighten my grip on his hand, turn his hand over and with my right hand, slice the pad of his thumb with my blade. I then quickly press his thumb down onto the card leaving a bloody thumbprint behind.

I asked as I wiped blood from my mouth. “Yes. And you keep passing in inconvenient ways.” he said. “Then let me fail properly.” I said. I threw the knife with my left hand and he dodged it exactly like I expected. My second blade was already in my right and I closed the distance and drove it toward his throat. For half a second surprise flashes in his eyes. Then his hand snapped up and he caught my wrist. His other hand struck my elbow. The blade flew from my fingers and disappeared into the grass.