A Storm Of Swords Novels & Stories

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, she was done. The fight had ended. Timmy Stormblood (two hundred thousand perus) had defeated Deputy Officer Eithne Short-eye (two hundred thousand perus). ... Billy Drakens reached for his swords, Gravemaker and Ritual Warblade. Opposite him was the Deputy Officer Lothar Sun. Bill Drakens was an occasional dual blade weilder, his two swords were both cursed blades. Cursed weapons were told to harbour demons within them, or at least that was what the rumors told.

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

“This is impossible.” “So was the Whisper Cut,” he murmured. “So was the Serpent’s Maw. We specialize in impossible.” From the courtyard far below, a horn blew—a long, low note that echoed off the cliffs. A scout’s signal. They pulled apart, the moment receding but not breaking. The world, with its perils and politics, was calling. “The first of the lords’ parties has been sighted,” Leigh said, her warrior’s mask settling back into place, but her eyes remained soft, holding his. “Gryffen’s colors are among them.”

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.

The light cocoon that had illuminated the night was instantly deprived of its illuminating effect. The surroundings were once again shrouded in darkness, with only Lily Moon's sword light vaguely reflecting brightness. Facing the overwhelming demonic cultivator, Lily Moon showed no fear. She raised her sword, and in mid-air, her delicate and frail figure suddenly emitted an astonishing sword intent! The soaring sword intent turned her jade sword into a blade that seemed to come from the heavens, slashing towards the overwhelming soul flag that covered the sky! Boom! A violent explosion resounded, and all the houses in the village collapsed like withered weeds, turning into dust.

Hours had passed and we arrived at Frain’s hideout. His stares was different from the one that we saw. His eyes were different, his angers disappeared. Those stare shows sweetness. “I’ve been expecting you, Destiny.” But that didn’t move me. I know how he manipulate his emotions. At that I shouted, “Listen to me, Destiny is not here. I’m not her!” He was surprised. I saw him mouthed feisty. He stood up from his place and slowly he drew his sword. I could hear the tip of it scratching the ground as it makes sparks.

--- As night deepened, the camp braced for another storm — one born not of swords, but of secrets. ---

My eyes darted to the hall, making sure she was where she should be. Storm whirled and surveyed the room. “Who else is here?” He barked. “A woman. I was busy.” “Powerful woman.” He said. “I’ll ask you once boy. Draw your wings.” What the heck? “What?” “You heard me. You’ve never drawn your wings. What are your hiding? Tainted blood? Traitor blood? Or dark wings?” Storm pulled out his sword and aimed it at my throat. “I have nothing to hide.” Expect a couple things that might land me dead.

He would not. The air about them was charged with the intensity of the storm, the atmosphere taut as blood in the air. Every swing of his sword sounded as if it would be his final, every blow a desperate inhalation of breath. And yet the chain across his chest tightened only more, driving him on, into the midst of the storm, into the arms of the storm itself. "Still think you can stop me?" Vosvak's voice boomed across the air, dark and taunting. "You are nothing. Another flash in an endless night."