The Beauty's Blade Novels & Stories

Slowly, he pulled the blade from its sheath and brought it toward my face. I closed my eyes and held my breath. Relax, Lila. He's not going to kill you with it... I repeated to myself before cautiously opening my eyes again to stare at the most intimidating blade I had ever seen. It looked incredibly heavy, as though it carried the weight of an anchor. I wasn't even sure I could lift it with both hands. "Do you want to know why this blade is called the Blade of Poison?" he asked, raising it into the air to admire it.

I held it, the power humming up my arm. We stood back to back. Béyoncé’s light flared. The battle began. Blades met. Magic flew. Water sprayed. Magic ripples from the blade crashed into shadows. Azelia struck hardest……twin crescents flashing. Kale’s steel is carved through dark forms. I focused on the blade in my hand, channeling the bond. The leader of the cult broke through. He aimed a dagger at Beyonce. I lunged, the blade bright. It took his weapon. The cultist staggered, then dissolved.

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

“I can’t expect you to stand, let alone try getting us out of here. You need to rest, Layla.” “You’re going to worry about this for as long as we’re here, and you’re not alone right now. You have me - or what’s left of me.” Layla chuckled, inspecting her own wounds. I got up and went to get a clean piece of the sheet I found. It was barely clean, but at least it didn’t have previous bloodstains on it. I tore a piece that was big enough to go around her left leg twice, and gently removed the piece I had wrapped over it earlier, which now was considerably dirty from her bloodstains. I gulped when I saw how deep the gash was; Elena wasn’t playing any games when she made a point of not caring ab

Blade stormed full of ecstasy and with his arms spread a little higher above his shoulders, he grunted but still hungered to be satisfied while having his tongue roll around his lips, to the lower part of his beard and to his moustache. "No matter what you do, you can not have my people subdued!" Rose Belt Da Vinci groaned in pain and yet full of confidence, despite having her back head ruinated by an MG42 silver bullet, she still had strength left in her to make that deep angered groan come forth with power from her mouth. Then it happened that Sheriff Kent emptied the bullets in his gun into her forehead directly in such a way that her face could no longer be recognized. And each time Juli

"You wanted the dagger for yourself did you not? Or was it to destroy it so that no one would be able to kill you?" Soon enough, a sharp blade glinted against the light as Crystal pulled it from the strap on her thigh. "This special blade can kill all creatures as powerful as they may be. Made from the finest metal, this blade is blessed. Take it Ace and use it to kill this demon! Just as the dagger would have hit Ace's hand, the demon roared and breathed fire, jumping into the air to catch the blade. Falling to the ground in the scuffle, punches and kicks were thrown, as the two men struggled to overpower each other.

She doesn’t fight him as he places his fingers under her chin, making her look at him as he applies a little pressure, making her stand. Once Elizabeth was on her feet Blade took a step closer to her and out of reflex Elizabeth took a small step back only to come up against a hard surface though she knew that it wasn’t a wall. Elizabeth only flinches a little and takes a sharp breath in when two arms wrap around her chest. Blade steps closer, sliding his thumb across her bottom lip as he whispers, “Beautiful… So beautiful.” Just as Blade leans forward to press his lips to her, a soft growl comes from behind him. She may not be his true mate, but he had claimed her as his chosen and seeing hi

And it will be impossible for them to destroy the true enemy - the Beast! John inspected his blades and stroked them, especially admiring the sterling silver engraving that showed up as soon as he held them in his hands. The Blades recognized their Master, their Creator. The engraving on one of the blades read: "Ta - revo" - "I am death." And on the other: "Ve'ol, E'khor!" - "Fear, Beast!" "My blades," Black whispered, still holding his blades in his hands. - How, it turns out, I missed you!

"You didn't just love me, Jinyan. You used me to stay alive. Every time we touched, every time I felt that rush of connection... I wasn't just giving you my heart. I was giving you my life." He let out a jagged, wet breath. "I wanted to tell you... I tried to find another way. But the Father... he designed me to need you. I am Blade, Panni. And a blade has no light of its own. It only reflects what is poured into it." I felt the resonance in my blood begin to scream. It was a physical pressure behind my eyes, a heat in my palms that felt like molten lead. I was the Battery. My very existence was a power source, a reservoir of light that the Firm had spent fifteen years perfecting.

Instead, he drags the blade lower—down the line of my throat, over the hollow where my collarbones meet, and then— To the center of my chest. Just where the robe begins to part. He stops there. Letting the edge rest at the dip in the fabric, just above the swell of my breasts. I hold perfectly still. “You look better without the blood,” he says. “But this look?” His eyes roam my face. “Still scared. Still pretending not to be curious.” His fingers brush the edge of the robe, just beside the knife. “Are you going to scream if I open this?” he asks, lips curving. “Or will you just continue to lie there and try not to breathe?”