There She Was With The Blade In Her Hand Novels & Stories

She said and laughed. "I'm gonna give you a bath in your blood." She said and rushed towards me. She had no weapon. All she had was her hands with those long abnormal nails. She raised her hand to slap me once again but I guess she is slow. I raised my knife and stabbed it right in her hand which she raised to slap me. I took out the knife and she yelled in pain. She grabbed her hand and stumbled back. She looked down at her hand and then back at me.

Its blade gleamed faintly in the sparse light, sharp and unyielding—a reflection of the resolve hardening in her eyes. With careful precision, she cut the fabric into three long strips, the sound of the blade slicing through cloth filling the silent room. She stripped off her shirt, her eyes catching her reflection in the cracked mirror hanging lopsidedly on the wall. Her shoulders were lean but strong, her form deceptively wiry.

My vision blurred. She arrived before dawn. Stepping from a fold in the air. No army. No speech. Just her. I stepped forward. "You came for my death," I said. "Let’s find out which of us deserves it." She unsheathed a blade made of mirrored glass. It reflected all my faces—every version I’d ever been. We fought. Steel clanged. Magic flared. Time buckled. She cut me. Deep. But I screamed a truth into the grove, and the grove answered.

She stood calm, blade still gleaming red. It was horrific, but for Theodore it was breathtaking. For a moment, he was completely lost. He couldn't see her face completely, but he saw how her hands gripped the swords firmly as if that was not the first time she had killed. And then he saw her other hand moving to grip a dagger, when there was no one else in the room but just her, which meant...

A fundamental, catastrophic miscalculation. The moment my hand closed around her wrist, her entire demeanor transformed. The cold, articulate strategist vanished, replaced by a cornered, feral creature fighting for its life. She didn't try to pull away. She turned into me, her body coiling, and her free hand came up from her pocket. I felt the cold, sharp, unmistakable point of a blade press against my stomach, right below my ribcage. A small, wicked-looking utility knife, the kind artists use to sharpen pencils or cut canvas. She had it pressed hard enough to promise penetration.

She moved with predatory grace, her gaze locked onto me with murderous intent. A flash of silver caught my eye. My heart nearly stopped as I recognized the blade in her hand - a silver knife, its edge promising agony for my kind. Time seemed to slow as she lunged forward, the knife arcing towards my chest.

She tried to keep him still as she brought forth the hand hidden behind noiselessly "Tell me, can you feel it?" Her hand was close to his chest now, clutching the silver blade tightly. This was his end now, she felt a bit sorry for him but her children mattered more. Her hand went up in the air and she brought it down with all the strength she had left. Suddenly, Wayne's eyes flashed open, he quickly put an arm up and the blade dived deep right into it. A howl escaped his lips as he held the wounded arm

It slowly eats Vince's body on its trunk! She can feel the heaviness of her chest. Her eyes were even dropping down those single tears that came from her left eye. She manipulated her weapon and made it as a large blade, and without further hesitation, she threw the circular blade towards those branches. Fortunately, it works! Those branches were cut off in a single attack from her!

Her hair was darker now, tied behind her neck. Her small hands held a wooden blade and her eyes were not soft like I remembered. They were sharp, alert like one who was ready for battle and full of this expression that was not meant for a child. I gasp, flying my hand to my mouth. “Willow…” I whispered. She moved forward with the others, lifting the blade in her hand as a voice shouted orders. “Again!” A tall wolf with scars across his face stepped forward toward her. “Strike faster,” he yelled. “Do not hesitate.”

Then, she reached for a blade strapped to her hip before she yanked the knife buried in the table and gripped both with white-knuckled hands. "Therefore, I will end you without mercy..."