The Beauty's Blade Novels & Stories

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.*

My eyes slowly start to shut by itself and before I knew it, my vision blurred and the next thing I know, I blacked out completely. ~~~~~ ~~~~~ I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I slowly fluster my eyes open only to be blinded by the bright light in the room. I look around expecting my eyes to meet with the douche I had spoken with earlier but to my not so much of a surprise, my eyes meet with a familiar face and I could not help the deep frown that appeared on my face. "I'm not even surprised you're behind this." I spat out bitterly and his eyes darken. "What the hell do you even want from me?" I growl at him in anger, hating the ugly smirk he had plastered on his stupid face.

He would be disappointed. “If you want to finish this treatment programme, Miles, and leave, then at some point you are going to have to begin the treatment at some point.” A different voice began. A voice I didn’t recognize. A beautiful voice. A she-wolf. My head spun around to look at her. Tall. Slim. Long blond hair twisted into a bun upon her head. Big green eyes focused upon me. “Who are you?” I demanded. “Me?” she asked, placing her hand over her chest. A curvy chest. Perfectly in proportion to the rest of her body… curves to die for actually when I take a closer look at her...

“Okay, she is my ex-girlfriend. I still love her and it’s makes me angry to see her happy with another man but me.“ “Oh okay, I understand. Should I drive you to your lodge or not?!” Jack asked. “No need, I’m okay.” Jayden answered. Jayden’s nose did not stop bleeding. Unlike Frank, he’s pretty face was a little disfigured and in pain. However, he insisted he was alright to drive himself back.

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

The blade of my knife shatters. My instincts took over, and I have to move back to recalculate my next move. My knife, the one that my father gave me, is now gone… My eyes wander to Lizzen for a split second. She wears an unfazed expression, like she expected this to happen. Is that why she warned me earlier that I cannot change weapons during the exam?

Intruders. The leader, a man with a cruel twist to his lips and a shaved head etched with a menacing scar, shoved a security guard aside with a sneer. He reached into his pocket, and my breath hitched as the glint of a switchblade caught the light. He wasn't here for art appreciation. "Questa festa è finita," he growled, his voice gravelly and laced with menace. (This party is over.) "Run." I said and Mark saved himself, leaving me to stand. Coward.

"I didn't think the command would manifest yet." "The blade Joanna." "If I give it to you what do I get?" "You get to leave this chamber with your spine intact." She laughed, actually laughed, and it almost sounded genuine. "Fair enough." She held the counter blade out through the light wall and I took it, the metal was cold and the glow was a pale blue that felt clean where the green had felt sick. I went back to Mom and pressed it to the wound and blue light spread across her skin chasing the green back and she exhaled, a long shaking breath that sounded like relief.

working. I tried to resist but he started showing an unnatural amount of strength. Holding one of my paws messed up by balance, after all, I still wasn't used to this body. When he had a full grip on it, he pushed me to my surprise. I toppled over and lay flat on my back. It was going to be a struggle to get back on all fours again. Blade eventually gets up on both of his feet. He takes off his torn shirt which still has the claw marks on it. His chest is lean and defined with plump biceps and hard abs. The scratches I gave him earlier rested above his abs and they seemed to be healing themselves. As I struggled to get up, Blade came towards me and it seemed that with every step, his scars s

His blood red eyes watched the moon as the priestess went around the circle, sprinkling something and chanting incantations. "Are you ready, alpha?" Zane nodded, then moved his eyes away from the moon. The priestess nodded, then pushed her staff into the ground, so it stood firm. She then brought a knife, then extended her hand to Zane, while she stood outside the ring of fire. He gave her his palm, and she quickly slit it open, just as the moon popped behind the cloud, as if to bless the occasion. The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire.