Romans & histoires Blur Blade

I so deeply loved my people. Renewed, I scurried back to the workroom, distributing sandwiches and coffee. Alex was hunched over the book, only his attention was not focused on a page, but rather the back cover. He felt carefully along the seam of the leather bound book, tracing the line where the paper met cover, as if he was looking for a weak spot. In his hand rested a small blade, and he raised it after a few moments. He stuck his tongue out slightly between his lips in concentration, his curly hair flopping down and brushing against the page as he sliced it open with surgical precision. He peeled back the canvas layer of the inner cover and sighed in relief, pulling out a piece of folde

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

Something colder. Sharper. A blade waiting for the right moment. And when it came, I wouldn’t miss.

His face grim, Colin snorted, "Where did you find this actor? His acting skills are pretty convincing. But no, this won't work. You abused Joyce's cat. We were just gonna let it slide if you apologized to her, but you're too stubborn. Get over here, or you'll never get a glance from me again." At such a point, he was still trying to frame me. I glared at him and looked at my bloody hands from his stomps. I had a knack for painting. With Lauren's support, I never gave up. Once, I beat another girl in a competition, and she came after me. Colin stepped in like a fierce protector. Now he was the one hurting me most. I looked away, refusing to move. His patience wearing thin, he growled, "Come o

"Shift. Now! Amber flared in my eyes, bones trembling, claws begging to burst free. Then I caught it-a camera fixed to a lamppost. If I shifted, humans would see. That hesitation cost me. A blade slashed my ribs. Another cracked my temple. My blood burned hot against my skin, my vision tilting- But I didn't fall. I straightened, wiping blood from my mouth. My gaze locked on their leader. "You wanted humiliation?" I hissed. My voice vibrated with my wolf's growl. "You'll leave with corpses instead." And I let go. Not a full shift, but enough. Eyes blazing gold, nails lengthened to claws, speed magnified beyond human sight. I became lightning, tearing, striking, and rending. Screams ripped the

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.

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

The woman's voice sounded impatient and a little angry. In fact, Yu Liang had ignored the system's signals for some time, while enjoying his beautiful new body, especially his beautiful blue eyes and his bluish-black hair, which seemed to demonstrate that this body was not purely Chinese or there was another thing involved because his hair had a slight unnatural bluish color. "I'm done. Xiao Yao, you can send me the data" Yu Liang mentally replied to the system. He completely ignored the other party's anger and focused on what was most important.

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

He confessed as he grimaced. “I don’t care about how they look. I care about being mobile,” I told him. He smiled at me. “I’m glad you said that. There was something that caught my eye. If I may show you, sir.” He walked to his bag and pulled out a sheet of paper. I looked at the picture. It was a piece of curved metal with what looked like a sock at the top. “It’s a running blade, and it’s made out of carbon fiber. Athletes use them to compete. I was thinking this would be more suitable for a man like yourself.” “Does it make them any faster?” I inquired.