Skimming Blade Set Novels & Stories

Justice finishes talking, a gust of red wind appears and blows our hair all over. "Here," SpeedBlade screams, throwing everything in his arms right in front of Ms. Justice. The two of us, at first stun by his sudden appearance, barely have time to get out of the way as SpeedBlade throws everything down. A pile of machine parts; gears, pipes, some sheet metals, and other things, all collapse onto Ms. Justice's metal net.

I head to my drawer and open the first cabinet. There they are, my babies, shining and ready for use. I run my fingers on the body of each and every single blade, wondering which of them would get rid of a man’s tongue quicker. I need a fast and clean cut. I don’t want him screaming too much before I get the job done. My right fingers scratch the right side of my head while I’m lost in thought. Perhaps I should use scissors? My silly phone picks that exact time to ring. I reach for it in my side pocket.

I cursed in my mind. I'm still impressed on how he throw it. He knows it... Because it is a bladed card and that is not a typical or a common card that you can see anywhere. It's one of a kind. It has a silver thin-blade on it's sides and it can cut the skin of a anything, even anyone. I smirked. But still, Xeena. You must focus on the target, in the enemies. I moved hiddenly my hand to pick up my bladed cards to. If he wants us to fight with cards, then I'm in. This time, I picked up two cards. The first one has a blade and the second one has a poison. "Why are you smirking? Look, I'm not dead yet! " The purple-eyed said.

"We move at dawn." Everyone nodded. Seraphine called the session and people began moving to their assigned preparation tasks. Viviana and Kyle to finalize the ward sequence. Ryker to coordinate his wolves. Lucian to contact his people on the eastern approach with the updated timing. I went to the weapons wall and began checking the silver daggers, running each one through the same inspection Seraphine had taught me. Balance. Edge. Handle integrity. I pulled the third blade from the left. The edge was compromised. Not obviously. Not in a way that casual inspection would catch. But the silver coating on the upper third of the blade had been carefully, precisely removed, leaving a section that

She walked stiffly into the sprawling, pristine marble bathroom. She opened the mirrored medicine cabinet, searching frantically through imported skincare bottles, colognes, and grooming tools. At the very back of the bottom shelf, her fingers brushed against a sleek, heavy-duty leather grooming kit belonging to Darius. She unzipped it with shaking fingers. Nestled inside the professional grooming pouch was a set of stainless steel personal care tools, including a sharp, disposable straight razor blade designed for close shaves. Celine pulled the small blade out. It gleamed coldly under the bright vanity lights, razor-thin and impossibly sharp.

I instantly noted how built she was—all lean muscle. My dad gave her a very ominous smirk, his whole face taking on an evil appearance. "So, you seem to be well-versed in knives, Sara." He pulled out a case and dropped it on the metal table in the center of the room. "Which blade should we use today? A clip point, tanto, or maybe a straight back?" He looked up at her. When she didn't respond, he continued, "Sounds like it's dealer's choice then. Straight back it is." He pulled it out of the case.

Ambrose grinned and this time the blacksmith released a huff of amusement, just as the blade reached it's end and he caught it with both hands. "There you have it." He stared proudly at the blade, before offering it to Sephora. She wordlessly took it out of his hands, marveling at how light the blade was, how sharp - "Ouch." Sephora sucked on her finger angrily. After all her training, you'd think she'd be more careful when handling blades by now. Ambrose huffed from beside her, "Do I really need to tell you which part of the blade to handle, milady?" He drawled, chuckling as Sephora glared at him again. Instead of biting Ambrose's head off, Sephora returned her attention back to the blacksm

Haakon lowered the blade Shaky, pointing, lawn. Ragnar saw that the weapon looked strange and complex. A serrated blade was used for the edge, and the blade itself appeared to have a complex mechanism. "Well, dear." said the sergeants. It may be used. You are armed and I am not.

This was definitely a weapon that required great skill to use defensively. The blade itself was a single-edged blade with a wicked curve, which was somewhere between a katana and a scimitar. The length was roughly 40 centimeters, but incredibly thin - perhaps only half a centimeter at its thickest. Although it was 5 centimeters wide at the guard, it tapered down to a point as it reached the tip.

I said looking off into the distance by the end, the horrific scene of these huge blades flying at me playing back like a movie reel. “I still don’t understand what happened, I was stood off to the side of the training grounds and was learning how to properly catch the blade when it’s flying at your face. It was all going great until multiple knives began to fly at me. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the claw spiked blades but what makes them so dangerous, is the razor-sharp claw like edge which when is sliced or thrown at a person, it seems to dig into the skin and when it spins to exit, rips layers of their flesh off. Now, I had been catching them with ease, but when they all were bei