Wrist Blades Novels & Stories

" Clang! As his fingers pluck the strings, the zither resounded! Five consecutive waves of sound blades, like a scythe of death, carved out five straight paths in the air, firmly locking onto Caleb and the others' necks and appearing to sever their heads! In that brief moment of less than a thousandth of a second... Twang! A snapping sound! The five sound blades disintegrated simultaneously in front of Caleb and the others, bursting into waves of air ripples and blowing their hair wildly without leaving a scratch on them.

I took one of my blades and stabbed him on his right shoulder. Let me let you in on a little secret, my blades are silver and I soaked them with wolfsbane making it harder to heal. “You f*cking b*tch! What did you–” I laughed, cutting him off. I’m sure I sounded like a deranged psycho. He lounged trying to punch me with both arms swinging. Blocking each one I kicked him in the stomach grabbing a hold of his left arm and twisting it. I didn’t let go. He was seething and foaming at the mouth, I b*tched slapped him with my right hand. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t permit you to.” I whispered-yelled. “F*ck you!” he yelled.

The man quickly grabs my wrist immobilizing it so I drop the blade swiftly, catching it with my non-dominant hand instead before plunging it into the man's chest and dragging it down across his stomach, he lets go of my hand as his body starts to fall apart. That's when another man charges at me, this time two more following quickly after him, I grab his hand turning it around causing a cracking sound to resonate around the room showing his now broken wrist before I throw him back at one of the men causing them both to fall down onto the ground. The other man was still running over at me and I spun, slashing my blade across his midsection causing him to gasp his hands moving to stop the blee

Garrett told me, his massive hand spreading in my direction. The others all followed suit. Warriors who had adopted me into their family, soldiers who had sworn to protect me, all of them offering their trust without understanding what they were getting themselves into. I drew out a small blade from around my waist, one of the only bladed things werewolves used for practical rather than combat purposes. The metal glinted silver in the fading light, and I could have sworn I felt it vibrate with something in my blood. "This might hurt," I warned, then cut the blade across my palm quickly.

Tyson took out his blade from the sheath on his waist and flung it at Harvey. Whoosh! Harvey caught the blade easily and swung it in a ferocious attack. As he did so, a silver crescent flashed. “Aaaaaah—!” The Wards’ authorities all dropped their weapons as a sharp pain attacked their wrists almost immediately. They fell back, screaming and wailing in agony. Before the remaining others could retaliate, Harvey swung his blade sideways. In an instant, all of the so-called professionals’ throats were slit and bled crimson. They collapsed to the ground, paralyzed.

I drop the blade on her drawer and pull my wrist closer to my Face. I stare at it at a closer sight and use my right hand to caress it. No! This is totally impossible but still schway. I’ve really got to try this out again tj be sur that maybe I am not hallucinating. I quickly grab the blade but now I have it in my left hand and place it on my right wrist. I yank it without hesitation like the first time. I draw it slowly and it incredibly does the same thing that happened the first time. My eyes opens more wide as Ihurr myself an the pain it comes with is not short and mild.

"Fine. Don't cry when you get hurt." He didn't even wait. Jax lunged forward, bringing his wooden blade down in a brutal overhead strike. The wind literally whistled around the wood. I braced my feet and brought my blade up, blocking the blow. The impact vibrated violently up my arms, rattling the bones in my wrists.

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.

Grace I push myself to my feet, ready to defend myself until the end. The woman on the right lunges for me. I raise my arm in front of my face protectively. A gasp erupts from my mouth as the blade slashes across my wrist. The other two surround me and grab my arms. I thrash, trying to free myself but they have more strength than me. They pull my arms down, exposing my face to the one with the blade. I twist and turn, and watch as she shoots me a vicious look.

With the blade still in my hand, I chopped the man's wrist clean off and kicked him back to the ground with the blade to his throat. This one, I would question...