Names That Mean Blade Novels & Stories

My mind goes back to the sight at the house, all of the blood, the dismembered bodies, the crying children. No one who was there deserves to see another sunrise. “Your Majesty,” Blade says, meeting me at the bottom of the stairs. He is aptly named; his father was a strong warrior and wanted to raise a son who would carry on his legacy, so he’d named his child after a weapon–and then he had become one. I give him a sharp nod in greeting before I ask, “Have they all confessed?” I have no doubt, if anyone in this castle is capable of getting full confessions from the prisoners, it’s Blade. The only one more capable of doing so is me.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Briella looked thrilled, gazing at Woody with an expression full of excitement. "Young man, the fact that you can remain so calm in my presence only points to one thing." Ghost Blade picked up a sharp knife with barbs and said with a sinister tone, "You obviously don't know who I am, which is why ignorance makes you fearless. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Ghost Blade. Very soon, you'll truly understand why I have this name, because I'm going to peel your skin off inch by inch and lay it in front of you!

I replied, still chuckling at being found out. As he handed the sword back to me, I felt a swell of emotion in my chest. "Well, I named this black beauty Umbra because it carries a sense of mystery and darkness," I explained, feeling a newfound confidence in sharing my thoughts with him. "Meanwhile, I named the white one 'Dawn' because it represents light, hope, and new beginnings. Together, they create a compelling contrast, reflecting the dual nature of the swords and the balance between light and shadow. It's a fitting combination for two powerful and complementary weapons, isn't it?" I asked, eager for his approval. Father nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "A wonderful name indeed," h

Out of all the names, his mother chose Blade. What are his siblings called, Knife and Machete? "Wait until she wakes up." He glanced over his shoulder and my eyes snapped shut instantly. I held my breath trying to keep perfectly still without flinching this time. I peeked through one eye and he was still staring at me confused. Oh shit, he saw me move. I snapped my eyes tightly closed, hoping he was stupid enough to think it was dreamt, or his brain was playing tricks on him and he had not seen me flinch not even a centimetre.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

I looked back at the blade. My hand closed around the hilt. The reaction was immediate. Heat surged up my arm, then steadied—like a current finding ground. The blade brightened, not glowing, just… awake. A thin line of light traced its edge, responsive to my pulse. “Does it have a name?” I asked. “Yes,” Malrik said. “But it won’t answer to mine.” I lifted the blade, testing its balance. It moved like thought. “Then it doesn’t matter.”

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

Everyone gathered around immediately, congratulating us, hugging us, ruffling Xander’s hair like he was the one who’d done the hard part. “Alright, alright,” Kael said, raising his hand like a mock teacher. “We need names. Come on, the best name wins my eternal respect.” “Or scorn,” Vanessa muttered. “Which is more likely.” “I vote for Blazewind.” Kael puffed his chest. “Strong. Dramatic. Sounds like a warrior.” Vanessa snorted. “Sounds like a name you’d give a horse.” “What about Elias?” Kaida offered, gently in our minds. “It means ‘light of the sun’ in ancient Lycari.”

Blade replied. I glared at him and he looked away quickly. I hated how they pretended to care for her. I knew that they didn't. Not really "Let's go." I said. Willa, West, Blade and I walked over to the table and signed up. Willa and West used their nicknames but Blade and I just used our real names. There was a group of fighters waiting at the end of the table for the fights to get set up. A few of them looked up when Willa said her nick name and a few more looked up when West said his.