Wrist Blades Novels & Stories

"And I don't need a sterile field to take it out." "Try it, human." He lunged. The curved blade came at my neck from a horizontal angle, faster than anything I had faced on the ice. I leaned back, the tip of the steel whistling an inch from my chin. I countered with a low jab aimed at his lower abdomen, but his left hand snapped down but his yellowed claws clamped around my wrist like an iron vise. The cold of his grip was absolute. It felt like my radius and ulna were about to shatter under the pressure.

He had two knives in his hands now and before Slither could even blink, Jake stabbed each knife into his shoulders. “Any last words, Slither?” “Who the fuck are you?” Slither asked him with a grimace. “Wrath.” Jake pulled the knives from his shoulders and turned the blades, swiping them across Slither’s throat. Blood sprayed over Jake’s face, and when he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless. He walked past Weasel, back in the direction of where they left the van, and Weasel jogged to catch up with him. Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.

The fabric is thick, expensive, resistant beneath the blades, and I lean into the motion with the confidence of someone who’s done this a thousand times. Halfway through the cut, something shifts. A tiny give in the metal. A wrongness. The blades twist strangely in my hand, catching against the wool instead of gliding through it, and before my mind understands what’s happened, my body reacts. Automatically, I grip harder, lean down harder. The shears snap sideways. Pain flashes white through my left wrist, and for one stunned second, I simply blink down at the cutting table. Then the blood comes. Fast. Too fast.

I angled my wrist and produce the silver blade that I had stolen from the man when I had knocked him over. “Drew, I need you to kill me.”

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

As he raised his right hand, he suddenly whipped out a butterfly knife with a sharp blade, stabbing it at Elio's chest. Only a truly ruthless character would pull out a deadly weapon without hesitation. It was not an ordinary switchblade, either, but a butterfly knife that required more skill to handle. "Ah!" A woman screamed involuntarily when she saw the weapon. The scene immediately erupted into chaos. Still, there was no way Elio would be injured by an amateur like that. A chill flashed across his eye, and his hands moved like lightning. With a single grab and twist, he dislocated Dwayne's wrist and rendered him helpless.

The mask had fallen. “Well.” Her voice changed too. Became layered with something that wasn’t quite human. “That’s unfortunate. I was hoping to make this quick and painless.” She yanked her wrist free from my grip with strength that no normal wolf should have. Her other hand came up, and I saw something gleaming in her palm. A dagger. Small and silver, with symbols carved into the blade that made my eyes hurt to look at. A Void-blade. Designed specifically to kill Keepers.

"You brat, don't be so happy about this yet. Take another strike from me if you dare!" As soon as he finished saying that, one of his apprentices instinctively threw him a saber. In Brian's hand, the saber glinted with a sharp, silver light. "Thirteen Blades of Vortex—" "It's my turn!" Woody cut Brian off. Since he was disappointed with Brian's earlier attack, he naturally didn't want to give Brian another shot at attacking. As Woody moved, his fist aimed straight at Brian's vital point. Brian in turn excitedly wielded the saber, creating an impenetrable shield.

Even if she wasn't wearing a bodysuit, she would have been fine. "Oh, let me show you then," Xara had a calm smile on her face. She waved her hands and a pair of red and black dual blades entered her hands, the blades were beautifully designed. Both 2'5ft tall and a few inches wide, it was wavy and there were endless small runes and grooves etched into the blade similar to Xasha's own Storm Caller.

I stare at the tactical blades, from the double edged ones to the specialized ones with curious eyes. I let my fingers hover around the hilts and steels, searching for the right choice among them. I picked up a curved knife for its accurate deep cut and precise swiftness. Elias, who is already reading my mind, strips Lucas until he was left only in his underwear and then he ties him up again, leaving Lucas' left hand across the edge of the table. He did not stop there, he tied his wrist to the leg of the table, making sure he cannot move his left hand away.