Names That Mean Blade Novels & Stories

He smiled at me triumphantly, throwing his legs over Ghost’s mammoth frame trapped between his short legs. He wasn’t named Blade just for fun. I gave him an apologetic glance since Ghost is not someone he should belittle. He might be a giant, but he’s fast for his size. With my eyes, I motioned for Blade to look down. Ghost had his dagger pointed at Blade’s family jewels. “Fuck me, that’s hot,” Rain whispered beside me, heart sparkling from her eyes. I looked up at the sky, wondering why I was blessed with such a crazy family.

I rose from my perch and walked over to grab a shirt. "Sure, Castile. I'm free as a bird." As always, thanks for reading! Translations: Iskra (Искра) - Slavic name meaning "spark" Blade - girl/woman Oul battleaxe - cross/angry woman íonachta - Irish for purity

he asked watching his baby with fear and guilt dancing in his eyes. To help him, I took the baby from Emily and passed it to him. “His name is Little Blade,” I revealed, and I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. “I named him after Blade because I wanted to remind all of you that just like Scarlett, we will find Blade too.” Axel kissed me again with a smile on his face. My family was finally complete. We were still sore from all the pain, but we were going to heal, together. That was certain.

"But it's not just any knife. It's called the Moonshadow Blade." "Moonshadow Blade," I murmured. I hadn't heard anything about this so-called blade until now. It had the name 'moon' due to the moon's association with lycanthropy. "You all know that without the moon, we are nothing." "Right," I said, nodding. "The term 'shadow' adds a sense of stealth and mystery, implying that the blade is effective at striking from the darkness. Hence, the Moonshadow Blade is the most powerful tool ever. It poses a significant threat to the Lycan, who may become frightened upon sight."

The warrior who carried the blade protected his people from evil forces until one day when he lost it to an enemy tribe in battle. I was starting to believe this enemy tribe was actually the coven of witches in disguise. The blade was then passed down for generations. Each time it was passed down, the warrior who held it would use it to protect his people. The blade was used by many warriors and their names were etched into the metal near the hilt. When I saw this my heart skipped a beat because one of the names on there was mine! My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda.

But few of them had ever seen the Twin Blades up close. Rhydian stood beside him, the golden blade resting in his palms. Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. "These swords are not weapons," Kael began, his voice carrying across the yard. "They are symbols. Symbols of a bond that cannot be broken. Symbols of a choice made in the face of impossible odds." He paused, letting the words settle. "Today, I am passing the silver blade to someone who has earned the right to carry it. Not because of strength. Not because of skill. Because of heart."

Our fates will change depending on what she has to say. "Of course, I can." She walks past us without looking at those present; as a true Luna, she knows where to focus her attention. Since only the Council addressed her, she doesn't look at anyone. "Blade chose her name- we named her Enya. Blade wanted her to carry his legacy, even if she didn't know about it. Our little girl, the one who has flame in her heart. Oh, and a birthmark of the same flame behind her ear, Blade was especially proud of that because our girl carries the bloodline of the Inferno Tribe." Every word that crosses her lips drips with pride. Though this woman, or her deceased mate, were never a part of Enya's life, she's

“Come on, Allen! You have to remember. Tell me its name.” Allen concentrated for a long time and by each passing second, my hope faded bit by bit. No! I had to hold on. I had to get her back. I wouldn’t be able to live without Alina, not without turning into a monster. “I remember!” Allen’s voice cut through my thoughts with sudden clarity. Hope bubbled in my chest once again. “Tell me.” I urged, holding on to his hand. “The Arctic Blade,” he said.

Someone had looked at a boy with milk teeth and soft hands and seen a weapon. She would find who gave it to him. Even if she had to tear the court apart stone by stone. Even if she had to drag their secrets into the fire with her bare hands. Sera crossed the space between them and knelt in front of the child. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look up. "What’s your name?" He blinked slowly. Then, so quietly she almost missed it: "Lioren." She nodded, folding her legs beneath her. "Do you know who gave you that blade, Lioren? The man who told you it would save people?"

he caressed the pommel of his sheathed sword strapped to his waist, “but I already sharpened Needle’s blade just for this.” My eyebrows furrowed, “You named your sword…Needle?” He beamed with a childish grin and nodded frantically, “Yes! Do you like it?” I glared at him, “It’s stupid. Only dumb swordsmen ready to die in battle name their swords.” I replied flatly and took Shelly’s reins, leading her away from the cliff. “Oh, my father said otherwise. He said your sword is just an extension of your arm and naming it is a thing of great pride.”