Wrist Blades Novels & Stories

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.

Janus looked at their faces and added. "What's scariest about Boss is his martial ability." Rhein and Sliver watched on as Jared gently moved his wrist. His long fingers seemingly possessed powers unimaginable as he twirled a dagger in them. The dagger looked extremely thin and was just a tad bit longer than a normal one. He raised his hand a little and the dazzling dark purple crystal inlaid on the hilt radiated a cold yet alluring glint.

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.

Already the wound was knitting itself together, her flesh sealing until only a faint red line remained. ‘You’re damn right it was, bitch.’ Aris snickered. With a flick of her hand she set the rest of the crowd on Elias. He spun, flaring out his wings. Several of them were thrown back, tumbling across the floor like stones skipping on the surface of a lake. Those emerald wisps of magic trailed down Jade’s wrists, forming two curved blades that dripped with a sickly green substance. “Poison,” She purred, holding up the blade to the light. “It won’t kill, but it will hurt like a bitch.”

My hand flew to my stays, my fingers closing around the cold hilt of my mother's blade. I yanked it out, the silver steel flashing. I screamed and swung, aiming the point directly for the column of his throat. Mason moved like a blur. He didn't flinch. He just caught my wrist in a crushing grip. The blade bit into his palm, a shallow red line blooming across his skin. He growled—a real, animal sound—and twisted my arm back until I felt the bones of my wrist grind. I cried out, my knees hitting the floor as he forced me down. He loomed over me, his breath ragged.

Scarlett replied, making the omega nod her head as she remembered Amelia talking about her mate being a warrior. "Here Luna, try this, " Josh extended the blade to Evelyn. "How do you hold the blade? I didn't really see it when you did that before," Evelyn took the blade from his hand. "You hold it like this, " Josh demonstrated, holding a star blade in his hand. "You have to form an 'L' with your fingers when you're holding it. Make sure none of its edges are closer to your skin. Don't move your hand forward when throwing, just use your wrist."

I know in this moment it's the best option for me. I take the blade and slowly drag it along my left wrist in a straight line. Not even wincing from the blade slicing my skin open. The pain I feel inside much stronger than the physical pain. I look at my wrist seeing my blood spill out and move the blade to my left hand and opening my veins on my right wrist. Blood spilling out and into the bath. The water turns red from all the blood and I feel calm.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

With the sound, the sharp blade is drawn out of its sheath, and in the deep forest with the wind bursts, it is shining with the cold blaze. Then, Mary Kinson rolled up the cuff of her right hand completely, and then took a Swiss knife and ripped it down at the joint, without blinking her eyelashes, and her movements were neat. There was a stabbing pain in the concern, and then warm blood slipped down the wrist. She pointed her palm towards the grass, and the bright red blood glowed with light. When it dripped on the grass leaves, it was absorbed instantly like magic.