Wrist Blades Novels & Stories

While I talked, my hand smoothly slid into my bra, fingers wrapping tight around the small foldable knife I kept hidden there. “I didn’t send shit to you,” he snapped. But his voice… it sounded way too fucking familiar. “I don’t want to hurt you, so back the fuck off.” I smirked in the dark. “Too late for that, nigga.” In one quick move, I twisted his wrist hard, slipped free, and slashed my blade across his left wrist. Hot blood spilled out. He grunted in pain but held that scream back like a G. I spun around fast, knife gripped tight. He had on a full black mask, cold eyes staring at me through the slits.

Instead of calling him, she crossed her arms and continued to watch from the side. Wonwoo gripped a double-edge blade with his dominant hand. With the handle pointing away from his body, he grasped the tip of the knife so the tip of his thumb is one side of the blade while the tips of his fingers, except the pinky, are on the side; thereby pinching it without pressing against the sharpened edge.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

He squeezed her hand, then released it, stepping forward to lead the way. Darius handed out weapons as they prepared to descend. The blades were silver, with edges coated in a dark, oily substance. “Wolfsbane,” Darius explained. “It’s the only thing that will kill them. Don’t hesitate. If you see one, strike fast and don’t look back.”

"Most probably a weapon that can block weapons and attack at the same time. With her weak arms-" "Hey!" "- I suggest blades that are light. Something that she can swing easily. Twin swords would be nice but with crescent guards." Ace observed. Nate took Ace's words in. "How about hook swords? It has a guard, a blade, and with her terrible luck, she can simply use it to trip enemies." "You guys make it sound like I get into a lot of trouble." I complained. At that, both Ace and Nate gave me a look with their eyebrows raise. A look that say 'Are you really asking that question?' I pouted and shut my mouth since my opinion doesn't matter to them anyway!

She gasped out in pain and soon I lost awareness of what I was doing. Camille's loud screams brought me back to reality and then I let go of her wrist which was pale white. She crawled away from me, gripping her wounded wrist. "What the hell, Blade!!!" "I'm sorry." I said, confused. "So what am I, Camille?" She rose up and washed her wrist under the tap and then injected herself with sowmthign before returning to the mat. "Am I a Vampire?" I asked, terrified. She laughed. "No, Blade. You're a wolf but not an ordinary one."

she said. He adjusted her grip from beside her — not from behind, not surrounding, but lateral, which kept her sightlines clear and her instinct to flinch from activating. He moved her index finger a centimeter along the grip and repositioned her thumb and the difference in the blade's balance was immediate. "Oh," she said, before she could stop it. "Yes," he said. He stepped back to his original position. "The weight distributes through the grip, not the wrist. When you hold it from the wrist you're fighting the blade instead of directing it."

I felt the wind from her blade as it sailed by my face, but instead of defending myself, which would've entailed hurting her in some way, I went into retreat, gliding back on my heels and out of the way. She came in fast, and I had no choice this time but to ward her off, but still, I did the least amount of damage I could in the circumstances by hitting her wrist with the heel of my hand in just the right way to get the results I wanted. The blade clattered to the old cement floor with a clanging sound. "I'm not…" I started to explain myself, but she came in low and fast, and this time both hands held the blades she'd grabbed from their hidden place at her sides. Stupid me watched in fascin

Lexi and Genie had been nice enough to collect them all for me and were helping me through them, but I knew that I wouldn't be getting anything else done tonight. He stopped me just as I was about to grasp the handle of my door, taking hold of my wrist and drawing my attention back to him once more as I raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Here," he pushed the two smaller short swords he had been carrying into my hands, and for the second time tonight, I could have sworn my eyebrows actually became part of my hairline for a moment. "They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you kno

she hissed, clutching her broken hand to her chest, her face contorted in pain and surprise. Her other hand flashed, revealing a wicked-looking weapon strapped to her wrist three razor-sharp blades extending from a metal casing. She held her injured hand protectively, clearly intending to rely on the bladed weapon. I lunged forward, grabbing her arm as she swung, the blades tearing through the air inches from my face. I yanked her closer, my grip tightening on her elbow, and with another sharp, sickening twist, I broke her other arm and before she could even scream, I brought my hand up, grabbing the bladed weapon, and with a brutal efficiency that left no room for error, I plunged it deep