There She Was With The Blade In Her Hand นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She said and proceeded to stab me with the blade. I grabbed her hand at once and directed the blade from my face to her thigh. She fights back, trying to push the switchblade from her thighs. I punched her at once, making her lose concentration as I forced the knife into her thigh. She screamed. I pushed the knife deeper into her thigh and pulled it out. I raised the knife towards her face. Martha scrambled backwards as she glared at me with her two colored Iris. She looked scary right now as she glared at me.

Her longtime target—Lorcán. A calloused hand held her chin. She couldn't rest since her body seemed to be paralyzed, not because of poison, but because of the man's aura. His hand slipped down on her lips and down to her neck. The man's claw tore the flesh on her neck and seemed ready to break her, but Blade, with all her might, grabbed the man's hair and bit him on his neck—like a wild and mad wolf starving for flesh. She also stabbed him with her dagger made of silver in the chest. "Master!"

It sent her flying far away outward thus, the blade missed its target. Hilda, who was still oblivious of what was happening, turned around and saw the athletic Rex lunging at a person. She was an unattractive girl, and she had already rolled over and got up after being pressed down on the floor by Rex in just a few seconds. A ray of icy light flashed through her hand and the next moment, a small inch long blade appeared from out of no where in her hand. The blade then extended to a few inches long in silence within seconds. It shone with a layer of dark tint on its surface as it stabbed directly into Rex's heart quickly!

how can she have such an Aura. Unless she had Alpha blood in her. Before I could think more,she took out the knife with her shaking hands and slit the person's throat. The way she used the knife...there was something in it. And then when I thought she will fight more. The stupid girl stands up and opens her arms, dropping the knife from in between her fingers. Was she surrendering? Dammit! They can kill her! "Give your best bastards" Pure fear enters my mind as I saw them attacking her together.

I look at the blade in my hands. "Janice you do remember, I'm impervious to all but him?" Hands on her hips she glares at me "I just need your blood on the blade". I bite down on to my wrist and let the blood drip on the blade. "Let us just get this over with before the sun sets".

She caught his arm, used his own momentum to pivot, and brought her elbow down onto his shoulder with a sickening crack. Kai went down hard, gasping, but she didn't stop. She stood over him, the training knife held in a reverse grip, her chest heaving, her skin glowing with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the light like diamonds. "You're dead, Kai," she whispered. My wolf surged against my ribs, his claws digging into the mental cage I kept him in. Ours, he snarled, a possessive, territorial hunger that made my vision tilt toward amber. She is the sharpest blade in the armory.

"He'll come with something worse." "Probably." "And I'll be here." She affirmed, which was not a question. It was not even phrased as a choice. It was phrased as a statement of fact — a thing that had moved past decisions into certainty. The blade in her hand pulsed once, very faintly, as if acknowledging the words.

I watched her raise it toward me with shaking arms and wild eyes and the particular desperation of someone who had decided that dying on their own terms was better than any alternative currently available. The moment she raised the blade with shaking hands towards me I grabbed the blade directly…foolish of me, but I was more concerned by the amount of confidence than my dripping flood from the blade cut. That remorse look came almost immediately her grip on the handle loosened involuntarily. I threw the knife aside. "Impressive." She stared at me, her almond eyes piercing through, her damp hair falling directly at her face…. striking something deep in me I hate to admit. Her cleavages were c

It was curved and thick, a shape she recognised but couldn’t name as she blocked its advances toward Michael. A loud clang announced her success, but her victory was cut short as the strange blade didn’t deflect at the angle she expected. Instead, it rolled, curving to her left and burying itself deep into her shoulder. A scream tore past her lips as white-hot pain lashed from the wound. Her knife fell from her grip as her left arm went limp, leaving herself defenceless as a smirking woman stepped from the shadows, a second curved blade in her hands.

And finally, the silhouette that I’d seen through their mad flutters was clear. Her back was facing me with a blade twisted in her hand as she gutted a beast. I was so flabbergasted by this mysterious woman that I had not noticed a stray coming toward me. Within moments the feral’s neck was snapped and they collapsed barely inches away from me. She then took her glowing blade and embedded into the creature’s chest. I watched her closely, as she stood squatted there for a moment, her long wavy hair covering her face. The color of her hair reminded me so much of…