The Beauty's Blade Novels & Stories

The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans. Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent. But today, the tide had turned.

+ Helia covered her mouth, finishing her big bite before swallowing, "Yeah." "Can I see it?" The woman typically didn't draw her sword just for anyone but she did for the curious fae, "It's an iron alloy so don't touch it." The long dark blade slid from its leather scabbard with a metallic hiss as the slayer held it across her palms for Twillow to see. Twillow could almost smell the hotness of the iron but her eyes gazed upon the weapon. "Did you make it yourself?" she asked.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

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 smiled mischievously and wiped the blood off of his nose. “As you can see, these ones are feisty. They got me real good before I brought them here. If not for the potion you gave me, I’d have a harder time taking them but I’m telling you buddy, they are better than the previous pets I brought before,” Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.”

“R-Rissa... my Queen... Please, just let me see Dad. One last time. Please. He’s all I have left.” I tilted my head slightly. “He doesn’t want to see you.” She choked, whether in tears or rage, I couldn’t tell. A blade materialized in my hand, summoned from my magic. Sleek. Silver. Sharp enough to slice through bone and spell alike. I didn’t hesitate. The blade cut across her throat in one clean motion. Her eyes went wide with shock and disbelief. She struggled against the chains, hands clawing at the wound uselessly as thick red blood spilled from her neck.

Even still, the pain was fading, replaced by a deep ache she knew wouldn’t leave anytime soon, but she had faced worse. Jamie handed her the blade, before leaving to return to Lewis’ side. The Beta was stressed, Luna Eleanor’s quiet knocks replaced by the harsh raps of warriors, who only seemed to be holding back in their leader’s presence. Inga fingered the blade, its edge sharp, its metal singeing her fingertips, but it was the fine residue on it that made her pause. She rolled it between thumb and forefinger, watching the way her skin continued to sizzle long after it had left the blade. The knife was coated in the power, sending small particles of silver directly into her bloodstream the

Then I heard the footsteps fade away. “Were safe for now” I said, then looked at Callie, unconscious “my X-Blade has the ability to destroy Corona’s manipulative magic once I defeated someone if they manipulated by Corona herself. This is just the beginning” I said. Meridia sighed in relief, "We'll need a plan. We can't keep hiding.

Crystal asked frantically, she had a strong feeling that what she was thinking was right, but she just couldn't bear to hear it yet. “Yes,” Blade spoke up without hesitation. “It is the same night when they burned down our house while both of my parents were resting in their bedroom. When I regained consciousness, I saw a woman wearing a white broad beach hat, a white dress, white pearls, and mittens. She ordered one of her people to kill me.” “Wait, that style... It’s similar to-”

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.