Wrist Blades Novels & Stories

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

"Relax your hand or you will be tired even before you begin, and your wrist will hurt. Do you understand?" "Yes." She nodded, paying rapt attention to his instructions. "Keep your wrist straight so you can move your arm easily and be careful not to injure yourself." She followed his instructions to the letter. Alexander stepped back. "Try lifting it up." And she did so, cautiously. "Do not use all your strength. The sword in your hand is a friend, not a foe. Be sure to work with it, or else it will work against you." He slashed his blade in the air to demonstrate. "Do you understand?"

“What is it?” “A blade. I bought it for you a while back. “It has a hidden GPS tracker and the metal part is a retractable blade. I should have given you a lot sooner. I can teach you a few tricks with it later if you're interested,” “I'd love that,” He placed the cuff on my wrist and then turned my arm to clip it in place. My pulse fluttered when his thumb brushed my knuckles, chin, and lips. This time I leaned forward and kissed him deep and slow.

I grabbed her wrist and twisted it swiftly, causing her to lose her grip on the blade. Without even wasting another second, I took control of the blade, kicked her back to create a little space between us, and swung.

It was the Crescent Moon Blade. "Oh, Pretty Lady. Are you bringing out the weapon now?" Wyatt smiled at Evelyn. "Pretty Lady, now that I've played with you for so long, it is time to end this." Right after he said that, Wyatt held his palms together and gathered his internal energy. Then, he launched his fist with all his strength! Evelyn shouted, "Pure Double Slay!" Suddenly, Evelyn had blades on each of her hands and charged aggressively toward Wyatt. She was as fast as lightning.

Before long, he felt the handle of the blade and grasped it firmly. Notwithstanding, when he was going to take the blade out, he understood that there was something on his wrist that held him back from taking out his right hand. Bowen then, at that point, understood that there were four cutting edges around the kickoff of the iron box. The sharp edges of the cutting edges were pointed inwards. It was not difficult to dive into the container in light of the fact that the sharp edges were looking down, however as he attempted to take out his hand, he felt the four edges slitting his wrist.

I sidestepped just in time, the blade missing me by inches. Before he could recover, I grabbed his wrist, twisting it sharply. A sharp crack sounded as he yelped in pain, his fingers loosening their hold. The knife slipped from his grasp, clattering against the concrete floor. His free hand lashed out, aiming for my face, but I ducked, using his own momentum against him. Twisting my body, I drove my knee into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

The blade glinted in the soft light. His gaze shifted to his other arm, and he fixated on his wrist. The world around him seemed to fade into the background as his focus narrowed on that single point. He put the sharp side of the knife against his wrist, clenching his teeth. He pressed down, cutting his wrist without any hesitation. He watched as the red blood flowed from the wound, soaking the white carpet beneath him. However, he still wasn't experiencing as much pain as the ache caused by Sara's absence. It seemed like the wound needed to be deeper. He positioned the knife's edge over his wound once more, intending to cut it again and make it deeper.

She filled them all with mortal dread as she entered her Cyclone Stance and expertly spun around in the middle of them. Her blades followed her as she went, and cut into the terrorists with exacting precision. The Ra’ventrii blade’s razor-thin edges sliced cleanly through their heavy armor and bit deep into the flesh and bone far below. Those around her were almost instantly sliced to ribbons as gouts of blood poured out of their wounds. A few of them made choking sounds as their lives exited their bodies, which began to slowly fall to the ground. It was as though they were gradually realizing just how dead they were.

After he said that, he suddenly unsheathed a short sword and ruthlessly swung it toward his right hand. With a flash of the blade, he chopped his right palm off the wrist. Everyone was shocked when they saw this.