Only Use Me Blade Leg Novels & Stories

I'm already under it," I shot back, my teeth gritted against the pressure. I shifted my hips forward, forcing my center of gravity down by another three inches. The carbon composite of my left blade screamed against the textured track compound as I forced it into the tightest possible arc. It was the exact point where the western district’s telemetry analysts thought I would experience a micro-delay”the exact friction point where a standard trailing wing would have dropped their cadence to avoid clipping the anchor's heel. But Kane didn't leave me behind, and I didn't pull back.

The blades still have their guards on, pale blue rubber, the color I picked when I was fourteen because Leona said pick something neutral and I picked that instead, some small rebellion I can barely remember now. I stand there looking at them. The urge that moves through me is physical before it's anything else. A muscle memory so deep it lives in my bones. The weight I know. The way the boot settles around the ankle after years of fitting itself to that specific shape, molding to every curve and hollow. The slight forward lean of the blade that always felt like being already in motion, like flying before you'd even pushed off. The fear arrives right behind it, sharp and immediate. What if m

Lena's POV For a long time, I had been thinking I was weak-willed, with no drive to survive or live on to the next sunrise, but my two instances with death convinced me otherwise. I thought after the masked rogue left me for death, I would slowly wheeze myself to the light, maybe watch myself float up, or feel my body rot. I managed to stand on my feet, my bones crackling and my legs shaking. My guts felt like they were being crushed by my body mass, and my legs, specifically my thighs, felt like they had been drilled through with a razor-sharp rock.

I step to the right, to the left and backwards as if I’m dancing as I dodge the lasers and the few I couldn’t dodge, I use my Death Scythe to deflect it “How long are you going to keep that up?” “As long as it takes to wear you the fuck out” She drops down in front of me with speed and shoots a large laser beam at me. I use my scythe to shield myself from the laser. The impact slowly push me back as she keeps increasing the strength of the laser trying to burn through my scythe

The sharp side of their blades was made of silver, and their end had an arrow-like point to penetrate the enemy. Its handle had a safety curve on it that I could, which was why I could spin it freely around my hands like I was doing today. A deadly glint flashed before my eyes as I moved with agility and started slashing throats from left and right. I even used their bodies as a stepping mid-air so I could continue jumping from one another. “That’s wild!” Lyndon exclaimed after he walked off from one of the trees, where he shifted back to his human form. I stretched my limbs, cleaned my blade with a towel I immediately dropped after, and put it back on the sheath.

“Dear Lelanna I want you to have this blade, I know you’ll appreciate its beauty and will treasure it the way it deserves. This Blade actually belonged to my Great grandfather, he made it himself after his first battle and it has been passed down through generations. It now belongs to me but i couldnt help but see it in your hands instead every time i looked at it. So now it belongs to you.. All my love Layton xx”

I crash into him, "too weak to fucking walk?" "No, einstein, my feet are tied." He backhands me before looking down. Pulling out a black and chrome tube from his pocket, he clicks a switch, and the blade extends out. Slicing through my ankle restraint, he draws the blade back before tucking it away. He jerks me forward, and we take off after the others.

Marco nodded and stepped back into the hallway, closing the door behind him. I stripped out of my training clothes and pulled on black jeans, a dark long-sleeved shirt, and boots with reinforced toes. Then I opened the hidden panel in the back of my closet and surveyed my collection. Blades. Always blades. I strapped a knife to my right thigh, another to my left ankle. Two more went into sheaths at the small of my back, hidden beneath my shirt. A small dagger slipped into my boot, and finally, I secured my favorite blade—a seven-inch Italian stiletto with a bone handle—to my forearm beneath a leather cuff.

Even if she wasn't wearing a bodysuit, she would have been fine. "Oh, let me show you then," Xara had a calm smile on her face. She waved her hands and a pair of red and black dual blades entered her hands, the blades were beautifully designed. Both 2'5ft tall and a few inches wide, it was wavy and there were endless small runes and grooves etched into the blade similar to Xasha's own Storm Caller.

The user can get the [Bleeding] effect after each shot (5% chance). "An army of these blood vultures will be useful...but these stats are nice too, it would be a pity to lose them." he racked his brains looking for an answer but couldn't come up with a solution, in the end, he opened a coin throw page on the web, letting the decision for lady luck. "Heads brood mother, tails attacker..." he flipped the coin, after spinning a couple of seconds it landed on Heads. "Brood mother then" [Are you sure? This change is irreversible.]