Names That Mean Blade Novels & Stories

“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.

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 jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

I said to her. She nodded, and walked away. What I had stashed in the box was a special blade, forged from the old Alpha's steel. It was balanced... well functional. It wasn't for war, but for defense. It might not have been a lavish gift, but it held so much meaning to it, I thought he would like it.

Ulysses seemed a little perturbed at Blade's name calling, but it didn't surprise River that he would try to intimidate them using such immature tactics. "Nah, I'm not worried about that, either," Blade said, a smirk on his face. He laughed and ran a hand down the side of his hair. His bangs came to a perfect spike above his left eye, like the weapon he was named after. River wondered which had come first--the name or the hairstyle. Had he been born with that hairstyle or had he decided he needed a trademark look that represented his deadly name?

Not just how to block, but how to end a fight when you’re outnumbered and bleeding and scared. I don’t need perfection. I need people who don’t give up. We name ourselves one foggy morning after Sora makes a joke about “being Beatrice’s backup misfits.” Someone else calls us “Blades.” Then someone else adds “Nyx.” It sticks. Nyx’s Blades. It sounds a little ridiculous. It also sounds exactly right. By week three, the jeers start. The elite warriors walk past us during lunch and chuckle loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Blade Hero?” Tyr looked at Katia Kald in confusion. Was that a person’s name? ‘Southriver Blade Maniac, Northriver Sword Freak!’ The scene of Zeppelin Wade and Sword Freak battling appeared in Tyr’s mind. Sword Freak was killed while Zeppelin lived. Nevertheless, the name reminded him of them. Was this their grave? No, he was overthinking, as he gave himself a quick shake down. “Blade Hero is the name of a person?” asked Tyr.

Blake said softly. Slowly a soft smile replaced my frown. They were both protective and only had my best interest in mind. "Maybe we can name him bladyn." I said with a soft smile. I would name him after his brother than. It was perfect. "I like that." Blake said gleefully. "I'm glad." I softly stated. I brought my daughter closer to me and stared into her green eyes. The happiness that shined at me gave me hope. I could only hope that this moment would pave the way to happiness that never ended.

It can't just appear like that, the demons will guard it with their lives' he thought. - Grace, what do you say the name of the weapon was?" He asked just in case. - it's called.. wait let me get the paperwork.." Paper rustled in the back ground. - It's called the Obsidian Blade! ............ to have company even for a brief time.

“We will prepare her. And we will make sure she grows up to be as loving and compassionate as the people we named her after. A light like what she is meant to be.” Tears rolled down my cheek as I pressed a tender kiss on the top of her head. “Aldora Fabiane Acosta.” I said softly as Blade’s arms around me tightened. “Our little Blair.” He added, and his voice was full of pride. She was named after her grandfather Aldiyar, her grandmother Adora, and her uncle Fabian. The people we no longer have, but they made us possible to meet and loved us unconditionally. Immortalizing them through our child just felt right, and we hoped that wherever they were, they were smiling down at us because we re