Novel & Cerita When Petals Meet The Blade

“Who are you?” Dragging all of my attention. The atmosphere surrounding me starts to change that the day became night and the light gradually crumbles into clouds of dust. Beaming in an ocean blue celestial body, the crepuscular ambient ignited making all the things visible. The lilac canopy on the tall trees, the floating sparkling specks of dust-like particles around, and down to where my feet land is a frozen river so clear and lucent. “You are the blade, Adira. Find your way back to him, back to where it all started.”

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

‘You will have your first win. I didn’t get to answer anymore. Now I want to know what Blade meant by that. Thinking about it now, the petals reminded me of his hands on my skin. Even if he was not by my side, he left his traces that’s why when I woke up this time, I was not that terrified by the idea that he might have abandoned me. The petals and the feeling they gave off, seemed a declaration that he is with me.

But she stayed silent and so did he. Then he grabbed the little scissors that she didn’t notice was left under one of the rose bushes. He cut off a rose, looked down at it with an unidentifiable expression on his face. Then he squeezed. Rain couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips. He had closed his fingers around the thorns, squeezing on it but yet not even flinching. Rain walked to him, her legs acting on their own accord. He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there.

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!

Its flank was deeply gashed by my knife. Ethan pushed at it, throwing it off balance, then swung his blade into its chest as it howled and spun toward me. Without letting it fall, he yanked me up close while speaking in a hard whisper. "Bells, stay with me!" The sheer intensity of him,his presence, his command, the way his body emanated heat and danger in equal measure was what made me gasp, not fear. However, the mist was moving, so there was no time to consider that. The rogues, not the mist. We are surrounded by half a dozen shapes that are slipping between the trees. "They're herding," I murmured quietly. Ethan glanced in my direction. "We break the herd after that." I slashed right, he

Pathetic. I raise my arms, blade poised high, cold steel gleaming beneath the flickering light. I scream as I drive the blade deep into his chest, feeling it slice through flesh, muscle, and bone. I feel the brittle snap of our withered bond breaking inside me like a dry twig, echoing in my ribs. I press the blade in harder, snarling into his wild, panicked eyes, forcing him to relive every pathetic moment of his pitiful life as it bleeds out of him.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

The plane's engine roared, the sound rattling through the cabin. It crushed the tiny daisy blooming in my heart.