Wrist Blades Novels & Stories

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.

"Don't look at me like that." But she couldn't help it. She moved without thinking, pulling the small penknife from her pocket—the one she'd started carrying after her training sessions. She pressed the blade to her wrist and sliced cleanly. Blood welled up immediately. She held her wrist out to him. "Take it." Nolan stared at the blood. His eyes darkened. Gold flickered in the depths. "Now," Gianna said. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled it to his mouth.

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.

“I prefer a double bladed sward.” “I know. Vincent told me. That is why I bought you this.” Ethan grabbed a box that I didn’t realize was even there. Pulling out the most beautiful set of blades I had ever seen. They each had a tri-angled blade with three prongs at the base. Once twisted together, they made up one long double-bladed sward. Each handle was custom to fit my smaller hand, but he had it engraved. “Luna Grace…” Etched into the blades in delicate script, I was blown away.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Blade said as he grabbed a hold of Jamerson’s wrist and Jamerson let go like his hands were on fire. “The fuck man! What the hell was that?” Jamerson asked Blade. “Just a little trick. You weren’t going to just let go. Now. Beauty queen if you would please put your weapons away. Although I’m sure you didn’t need them in the first place.” Blade told me. “But they're so pretty.” I said pulling my weapons to my sides. Jamerson was still rubbing his wrist as Garrison walked over to join him.

It held an actual steel blade that gleamed with silver light. "Get behind me!" Liam roared, drawing his own weapon from a table nearby. The wraith moved faster than my eyes could follow. Its blade clashed against Liam's while Cade lunged from the side, his own weapon flashing, but the wraith was quickly overpowering them. I backed toward the wall, my heart in my throat. I needed to do something and not just stand and watch. My hand fumbled for the dagger Ronan had given me, though what good a small blade would do against this nightmare, I had no idea.

He lunged, grabbing the wrist that held the blade. In that fist wrapped around a wrist, white-knuckled, bone-crushing, I saw something I hadn't seen from him before: the raw, simple terror of losing me. His jaw flexed. He snapped the man's wrist like a twig and the blade clattered into the leaves.

She looked back. The twelve were still there. Molten at the front. His chest was bandaged now. White gauze with red seeping through at the edges. Blade's right arm hung in a sling. His fingers were trembling. Abyss's wrist was wrapped in cloth. He braced himself against the wall with his left hand. The others were there too.