House Of Blades Novels & Stories

And I nodded, understanding that maybe it was time to let go of my attachment to this house once and for all. “Sorry Gran, but I quit for the day!” Blade shouted as he walked back into the living room, the back of his shirt looking wet from sweating after carrying around boxes and furniture all day long. The man looked as if he had gone through hell and back. Clearly, he never worked hard a day in his life. Apparently, I had spoiled my siblings way too hard from what I was seeing now. Blade turned to me, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Hey, why don’t we take the scenic route back home?” Blade winked at me.

The big drow yanked on the chain and swung it to the side, sending the blade towards Otheric. The young drow ducked and the blade merely shattered the chimney he was hugging. Without much effort, Nymgos spun the blade around again, keeping Minos and Rei at a length's distance. Anybody who dared to move, Nymgos would toss the blade against them, and pull it away, and spin it up again.

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.

Apparently, he was seated in the shadows. “Why are you here?” She asked, suddenly wide awake. She heard a clicking sound and the bulbs came up, the unexpected brightness momentarily blinding Rosy. While she was still trying to recover from the sudden glare of the lights overhead, Sergio's got up and placed two items beside her. Her eyes now adjusted to the brilliance of the room, she looked down and saw a military knife, much like the one he had used in slashing her wrist and uncocked gun. He knows and he is here to kill me. He wants me to choose which weaon to use.

I reach inside and grab a knife. I extend my arm and I put the knife next to my arm. My body is moving on its own and I can't do anything to stop it. I put the blade on my arm as I suddenly feel a slap across my face and Brittany grabbing the knife from my hand.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

I watched him carefully as he pressed a series of buttons until the wall slid open. Instantly, a green light shone directly into my face, nearly blinding me. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a giant, long, green, shiny blade. It looked so polished that I could see my reflection staring back at me from its surface. "My ancestors and I have spent generations creating this blade. It's called the Blade of Poison," he whispered in astonishment, staring at the object before him as though it were a priceless trophy. Slowly, he pulled the blade from its sheath and brought it toward my face.

The long black blade katana reflects the light of the silver moon shone over the open window. A teenage girl in a dark thick cloak, face covered in a black metal mask, and obsidian eyes were ghastly gleaming while staring down at the body of the married couple bathed in their own blood. The fresh red bodily fluid was drastically spurting out on their throat and sliced body.

Blade’s shoulders slumped with helplessness and grief. He knew Jake for a long time. He’d been a strong man and a skilled warrior. Few could cross paths with him and manage to do so much damage. His gasping words echoed through Blade’s mind. Vampire, he’d gasped, choking on his blood as he collapsed in the foyer. D-Droves of them. Sharp Armor. Help!