Neon Blade Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Yes, sir!” “Well, it ain’t sounding that way, to me sunshines!” I shouted while I walked around them. Psyched up. “But surely, I am very much open to the idea of needing to be proven wrong. Let us see who will be able to make it out the other side of the tunnel when you guys will be walking the rest of the way, figuring out blindfolded how to exit the tunnel. We will open the exit on the other side and see who will find the rest of their way out the other end. For those of you who manage to get out the other, you will be heartily welcomed into the fold as a Blackwood boy. For those of you who do not, you are very much welcome to stay where you are. Where you belong!”

Pain radiates through my face as it connects with my locker. Richard's annoying voice is above me as I fall to the floor. His foot draws back, and I squeeze my eyes closed, bracing for the impact that always comes. I gasped as I bolted upright, sucking much-needed air into my lungs like I had been holding my breath for hours. My chest rises high with each deep lungful of air I gulp in, and my eyes dart around into the darkness that surrounds me. It takes a moment to realize my father isn’t here, and neither are the bullies from school. In fact, no one is here. I'm all alone, and I'm cold in the darkness of the cornfield where I sought shelter last night.

A kiss that captured me in more ways then one and will capture me again in again till death take over me. "I love you too blade"

He spoke so kindly to me and I couldn't help but smile widely at him. “Thank you,” I closed the journal carefully and allowed my fingers to rest on the first page one last time. ‘For my little Lyra…’ I traced the words gently and then looked toward the sky. "They never called me Lyra, they called me barren first.”

Mia was huddled in the corner, crying, clutching her unicorn. A man in a black mask was cutting through the last hinge of the reinforced door with a blowtorch. Victoria’s voice came through the speaker, calm and victorious. “Say goodbye, Elena. In thirty seconds, your daughter becomes mine.” Damian’s foot slammed on the gas. The safe house was just ahead. And the door was about to give way.

My eyelids felt so heavy, and the air I breathed was becoming so thin that I ended up gasping deeply. "Aliyah, you have to stay awake!" I knew Jaxon was saying something, but I could no longer understand it. My senses were becoming useless now that I’d lost too much blood. The last thing I felt was that he put me down, my back leaning against the rough tree. My vision was so blurred that I could not see exactly what was happening. I heard a loud growl somewhere nearby, and then those loud voices. "Give her to me," someone said in a furious voice.

It reaches all the way down past my heart, into my soul. We rise, higher and higher, and it’s as smooth as water. The readings measure as we approach the atmosphere of this planet that never even had a name, and then rise up out of it. It’s dark in space. It’s cold. “Are you ready?” Valen asks again. The Neron in my hands is humming, ready and willing. “I’m ready.”

"I told you you dont need to do that, it's my fault for running into the table not the other way around." "I dont care, I will remove anything that can hurt you. That is what I can give you." Can you turn back time to the moment we met so I have a chance to meet you fresh and not lie to you because that is what is hurting me the most right now. "This will sting a little." He says before brushing the cotton over my skin. I felt the burn but I was more focused on the way his thumb brushed my leg as he held me close before lowering his mouth to blow on the cut.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*